Lethal Quizzle

It seems I can't get enough of televisual humiliation - this weekend I'll be auditioning for another TV quiz show. Filming would be in January I think but let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

So far I've very little to show for my efforts, so fingers crossed that my trip to London doesn't turn into a(nother) pointless exercise.

Postcard from heaven

I tried to buy one a lot like this last year

It's RCA Secret time once again. The cards have been on display for the last week and tomorrow it's sale time. This time last year we were planning night bus routes across London and seeing how many layers we could put on while still permitting comfortable movement. Having moved north, we won't be repeating the experience this year but had we been nearer then I'd have definitely been there again.

Think I'd lost sensation in my feet by this point. Good times!

Twelve months on and we're finally getting our cards from last year framed.

Best of luck to those attending, hope you manage to pick up what you're aiming for.

Yo, Boyle! Check this out!

Tombola, last night:


Recipes to follow, cheese freaks!

All together now...

...when the grass is jewelled and the silk inside a chestnut shell...

Yes, I know it is Autumn DAYS but I couldn't help humming it when waiting at Huddersfield Station last night. I half-expected to be questioned by a member of staff for use of a camera on the platform. Would have been fun explaining it.

Previous school-hymn-based blog action here whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered fans!

Something wonderful...

...happened earlier today. I'll tell you about it soon.

There's one person in particular who visits here that will quite likely be very excited indeed....

Found: Chas & Dave's notepad!

Found this scrap in the street a few days ago and there are loads of things that I love about it. I'd wager that the majority of football fans have at one time or another had a go at selecting their first XI, but this takes it further by also listing the manager and chairman (there tend to be few alternatives in those positions). Despite having no difficulty with 'Huddlestone' or 'Naughton' (wot, no Corluka?), they really struggled with Len...Lenn...Lennon. And the finish leaves the reader (or scrap picker-upper) in no doubt of their allegiance: 'I AM A SPURS FAN - THE MEN FROM WHITE HART LANE'.

But that's not all! Flip it upside down and it looks like somebody is in the process of being evicted. All very strange.