An Apology

The more observant among you have noted that I posted last night's fascinating article about Mal Baby twice. Thanks for bringing it to my attention.
There is a simple explanation for this crass error. It is that by the time I came to Blog I had downed a considerable amount of Chateau Chunder/de-icer and been to two pubs with the trainee pig farmer where many dry sherries and quarts of creme de menthe were downed.
On my return to the Towers I was not really in a fit state to operate the Blog machine and trying to feed instructions into a computer when you've got fingers like a cow's tits is difficult at the best of times.
I was, however, up for work at 6.30am today and left the remnants of MB snoring, breaking wind and belching on my settee.
He had brought his own little jarmies set, bless him, although it failed to hide the fact that he has the upper body of Brian Blessed but the legs of Kylie Minogue.
He has gone now, anyway, but very thoughtfully he left all the lights on in the house, the toilet blocked and the front door open. Some things never change.