There’s a big gaping hole in my soul this weekend. I should be on a farm frolicking in the mud. I should be at Glastonbury. It was cancelled this year because apparently athletes go to the toilet, just like us and the dreaded portaloo’s were needed for some sports day...
So it all kicked off this week between Skegness and Brighton this week. And who was spearheading the fight back? Who was leading the good people of Brighton (and Hove) to the brink of civil war? Who was ‘representing?’ Yes, my good people, it was me, born and bred in...
Yep, surprised aren’t you? I’ll say it again. England will do well at this year’s European Championship. I’m not being overly optimistic, I’m not still drunk on jubilee juice (gin, the Queen’s tipple) and I’m not one of those football fans that get overly excited...
So on the eve of her Majesty’s (I have to call her that, she’s a big fan of my blogs) Diamond Jubilee, how do I feel about Lizzie? (She only reads the first few words and then gets distracted by the picture). Well, it’s hard to say really. In my youth, I was very...
Hello. The blog is back! Sorry for the delay. I’ve had writers block for three months and it’s been neglected. Still able to sign autographs, breasts, etc but anything over the words ‘Guy Lloyd’ has been a struggle. I jest of course. I’ll be honest; I’ve been busy...
