This Week… Do The Humpty Hump!

Did St George kill the dragon or was that a different saint? I forget. Anyway, today is St George’s day which generally means that in little England some will get their finest three lions shirts on for a few tins of Carling with the boys. Songs will be sung, mostly about colonial times, ships and the good old days when England was a powerhouse. It’s all great fun…

For the rest of us we’ll probably ignore the gammon fuelled hype and carry on living our lives with little regard for queen and country. Much like any other day…

Anyway, this week has been quite nice – the pubs are back open and that seems to have been all that was required to ease the depression of a nation.

Meanwhile the London Mayor campaigning has begun with Laurence Fox looking as likely to win as a a man with a bin for a head – fitting really.

Phil got buried and we all held a minutes silence. My mate told me that he was quite humbled by the whole experience, stood shopping alongside his partner in the lingerie section of H&M in poignant silence. It’s what he would of wanted…