Finally caught up with the full Archbishop vid yesterday. Apparently the fuss was over him using the word ‘shag’ before the watershed, and it wasn’t the C of E who complained, but members of the public. So now we know. And what did I think of it? Well, normally I think Atkinson is God: in comedic terms, there is nothing he can’t do. However this was perhaps not his finest hour; a tad vitriolic, I thought – but still, offensive?
Here it is:
On the plus side, I watched the edited highlights of Comic Relief and donated a few quid, enough for a mosquito net, or so I’m told. So that’s something. You can donate here:
I hate taking steroids. I haven’t taken any for decades and would have wished to avoid it now, but when leaving one room and entering another leaves you short of breath – well, needs must. But last night I couldn’t sleep; I feel continually hungry and I’m sure I got angrier with Holly last night than I would otherwise have done – and I’m fairly certain these are all side-effects of the dreaded S.
Quite apart from Comic Relief, the weather is having a laugh. No-one else is finding it funny, but I’m sure there has to be a poem in there somewhere. Daniel wrote a poem at college yesterday; I thought it was pretty good. I don’t have permission to put it on here but I’ll ask.
Sorry it’s a short post this morning. I’m not really myself at the moment.