All I Can Say Is...

...Ouch!

Poor chap. Unfortunately, no matter how sympathetic I feel, it is also quite funny.

There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Crackling

That's something I never thought I'd say, but it's true. We've known for some time that our meat man gives away free crackling, so we ticked the box to get some with our last order. We popped it in the roasting tin with the pork and left it to cook. It was lovely, but there was a huge amount of it. Undaunted I munched away. And munched. And crunched. I managed to eat about a quarter of it before I called it a day. I wasn't ill, but my stomach was clearly telling me enough was enough. Unusually for me, I listened to it.

Giant Moles in Woking?

I've been hearing some, clearly fabricated, guff about a burst water main in Woking. It can be no coincidence though that this happened right outside the McLaren technology centre. Obviously they've been messing with forces they don't understand and have created some giant subterranean tunneling beasts. How many times have we heard that story?