WTF, lads? I've finally caught up, but only because my OH (Mrs Ars? Mrs Cooper?
) has gone away for three days. I said it a week or two back, but I'll say it again. Having a pop at Jack right now is like shooting fish in a barrel. It's all too much, so I'll just stroke my own ego by making one or two small contributions to the greater universe that is Jack. Not spoilered 'cos it's all kind of on topic.
Footy! We've still heard no mention from Jack, have we? I don't understand the game, and I'm not interested in it, but video has landed in my family Whatsapp of my Liverpool nephew's 'Football Party' held in the runup to the big game last weekend. He's wearing the (appropriate) away strip, there is a lot of singing and dancing, chanting and much red paraphernalia. He's extremely excited, he's not had too much to drink and I can vouch for the fact that he is a lifelong Liverpool supporter. He'll be 3 in July.
Goat. I just did a quick search and this is the first result I found.
Make of that what you will.
Squig asking about what cheese is in the fridge.
'What's in the fridge?' has got to be an elastic concept in the
crappy bungalow. I think the fridge tally is up to three ATM, including the very big one that lives in the hall, and there's got to be all sorts of stuff in there. She's always tweeting about something disgusting she's just found at the back of a shelf. And I've never been entirely sure whether the freezers she has mentioned are combined with the fridges, or separate. I suspect she still has a lot of frozen fish in there, and quite possibly some of the results of the 'Cookathon' a week or two back when she was cooking 80 recipes of 4-6 portions each for her 'shoot'. That's 400 portions of food. Did that come out of her £20 weekly shop? Where has it all gone? (We all know it hasn't gone to a foodbank/charity, cos rules). Holy crap (sorry, Gordon), it's just occurred to me, someone has had to spend a day or two 'shooting' it all and trying to make it look good. That must have been a challenge. I hope they were well paid.
And she slept through several media bookings this morning? Where were her phones? She says she has two. Surely they would have been ringing off the hook (metaphor, for younger fraus) with producers trying to get in touch. So she left them in another room so they wouldn't wake her up? She's an idiot.
PS. I'm not V brainy, but I love words. You know the concept of 'coffee table' books? We don't have any of those, (well, we do, but they live in the bookcase) we have a big fat dictionary sitting in front of us. And when Mrs Cooper
and I hear a word spoken on the telly that we don't understand, we look it up. It sounds desperately nerdy, but has provided us with much amusement over many years as we have learnt that so many people given a platform to broadcast their views to the nation have no idea what they are talking about. This is not a brag. As any mature frau or herr will realise, the older you are, the less you know.
Bless the lot of you for so much hilarity over the last year. x x
You know what they say:
Things can only get better...