We had the usual 'how was your weekend? Get up to much?' chats at work this morning.
My response: 'Good! Mostly spent it relaxing in the garden'.
Translation: 'I was glued to Tattle for the entirety learning that Jay Slater may or may not be attached to a cactus, chased by badger sharks, caught up in a Moroccan cartel and probably resembling a dehydrated lemon slice.'
Elton is currently rehashing his tribute to Marilyn/Princess Di..."And it seems to me you lived your life with a cactus round your shin
Never knowing who to cling to when the Ket set in"
guys just seen this... Feeling soo guilty. I walked past Jay a couple times Friday and just waved each time. Didn't think to tell him he was missing! What am I like!
I'm sick of Jay's family/friends having a go at the Spanish police for not speaking English. How mortifyingly ignorant (and at least somewhat racist) an attitude especially when they are being helped so much.
Anybody else think the Manchester Airport power outage is a desperate plot by the Tenerife authorities to stop any more thick Lancashire people flying out there?