Yeah, remember that song?
Tony Hawks is still doing the rounds on the more mature end of the UK comedy circuit.
But no.
Because I spent last night downstairs with the beagle – a rather swish, organised affair with a mattress and everything – and the beagle didn’t sleep very much, I am knackered. I have been knackered all day, and I’m off out to a birthday party this evening.
A late afternoon nap seemed in order.
I was all set up for that when next door’s kids (quite rightly) ignored the light rain and started playing outside, loudly. No sooner had I closed the appropriate windows than the dog across the road started expressing its outrage at one (or more) passing bastard squirrels. And then Mr Leaf Blower kicked in.
It did all rather seem like a conspiracy.
Anyway, long story short, I finally managed to grab an hour, during which time I dreamt vividly about a weird guitar competition involving an Austrian gentleman. As you do.
I’m feeling almost – almost – human again.
Let’s go party*!
* but let’s also not stay out too late, ok?