Crochet knits all over shitting

Lots to report today. First, in keeping with the theme of this blog, I have to jump on the bandwagon of discussing adverts. How has this one not infuriated so many others? Glade Touch 'n' Fresh ("It's all gone it's all gone!"). You know, the one with the shitty little kid in the bathroom, who runs out of Touch 'n' Fresh and miraculously has the materials by the toilet to draw what has "all gone" and push it under the door to his neurotically happy mother, despite the fact that the bathroom is abnormally large and the toilet, upon which he is sat, is a good trek from the door. That poor child will be mortified if he realises how embarrassing that ad was, in years to come. However the kid is excruciatingly irritating. I just wanted to mention it.

Secondly Hollyoaks: I wish they would stop stretching out the evil Claire storyline. I've had enough of her now. This may be highly unwethical, but my participants dream of her. I don't find this interesting in itself, apart from emphasising the fact that Evil Claire is around far too much she is penetrating our sleep.

Third annoyance: recycling. There was an interview on BBC Breakfast today with some guy responsible for a local council's scheme. He said, "yes we check all bins and discard the contents if they have not been sorted properly". Lying bastard! He supposes that he personally sifts through the rubbish and puts ONLY a bit of it into a landfill? He should have said "I don't know what actually happens because I sit in my suit, but over 99% goes to a landfill. Bollocks to recycling. We're just pretending to do something worthwhile." Ra!

On the plus side: my Christmas tree is up, although the aubergine theme is not visible.

I also wanted to show off my new hobby: crochet. However to be honest they were both started by mum, and I've hardly done anything on the blue one.

And finally, I would like to introduce Cromwell. This isn't a great video, granted, but I didn't want Crom to feel left out because Dave was the star of a blog and he was not. This is Cromwell playing "Fish"; it's a ritual when I go home. He is very good at it.








Moon. xxx