Recently I have been so frustrated with the nonsense that politicians spout, the madness that prevails in the world and the ever lengthening pauses presenters use to announce results in TV shows, that I have lost some incentive to post on here.

Besides, there are people on this site that can do political comment nearly as good as me anyway.

So until my temper abates and the bloke comes to remove the size nine boot from the telly screen, I’m going to keep the rantings closer to home.

I was going to comment on the retards in the big brother house, but sadly I think that bunch are more to be pitied than scolded, so I won’t. For now.

So, here’s the latest item of news from grumpy towers.

It’s the saddest day since I left the farm.
It illustrates how you can slip into sadness and old age and couldn’t be botherdness. Today I discovered the reason that ‘The Missus’ tucks in her pyjamas, yes, tucks in her pyjamas! ‘ Is to keep warm, But more so, to keep me out’ . What with me being a respected member of the community and all! .
I thought there might be a subliminal messaging system going on (as if you need to know). I may test my theory…jimjams tucked in, no conjgal’s. Bad times!
Jimjams flapping in the wind. (No pun intended). Hello big boy! Good times!

I wont be, you will be glad to know, posting the results of this experiment.

Funny how being of ‘a certain age’ can affect people though.