Year: 2018
Doris, Dolly & The Dressing Room Divas at Christmas!
As Winter blows in, the skirts blow up in this bright, ballsy, brassy, brilliant, June is Bustin’ out all Over Bonanza of a show. Doris…
Big news from Planet Craig – the pitter patter of tiny paws.
The love of a good sausage is something that is hard to put into words until you’ve been there yourself. The low slung, wagging loofahs…
Shrink your bum and make your heart sing.
Role model in the 70’s Growing up in the NE of Scotland porridge was such a cliche – I regarded it in the same vein…
The talking sausage dog
The talking sausage dog. Fact. He listens. Replies. I listen and do as I am told. He is it. The King. The Boss….
The Clampetts with the sausage dog in Beaune.
What is about the bloody French? They can put on a paper bag, tie a piece of string round their waists – and yes they…
The Generation Game
Bruce Forsyth’s Saturday night Generation Game was a must in our house. Sitting lined up on the couch roaring with laughter as middle aged people…
The last unspoken truth. The Menopause.
So the menopause. Yes move away boys it’s the talk of the town. Ah yes….signs…for me have included thickening waist and bone dry brittle hair….
The Beast From The East – my NBF.
Footage of freezing people in cars stuck overnight, wind swept, blue eared reporters positioned in the coldest parts of the country. And where was…
Our luscious Spaniard is moving along…..
Tomorrow we part with Otter or Terry or just the gorgeous shiny boy. The bendy banana from Spain is moving on and up – up…
Death row dog v spoilt sausage dog.
Observation:
Terry on close inspection has battle scars. He has nicks out of his ears, the bridge of his nose and tufts of shiny skin above his eyes. His hair is dull and scraggy and it looks like someone trimmed up his curly hairy face with a pair of toe nail clippers to disguise his Wooky like chops. I look forward to watching his health and vitality emerge.