YOUR current reality or your current life is as you created it. If you
havenâ€™t found your soulmate, or you wish you had a better one, you're
the one to blame. Like me, you can have the finest and most elegant
soulmate this planet has to offer.
I was late getting up for breakfast this morning, although Dad never told me off because he wasn't feeling very well. "Dad, why are you still wearing the same smelly clothes you went out in last night?"
I was literally paralysed with grief when I learned that my comedy hero Leslie Neilson had passed on. So it was all I could do to leap off my bicycle before I did some serious damage and board a flight for NYC - birthplace of comedy and Richard Dreyfuss.
My job has taken me to every corner of the globe. Along the way I've met
the rich, the famous and have even had time to say a polite 'hello' to
ordinary folk, despite the fact that they can do nothing to further my career.
Whaddaya know, Mr and Mrs Patterson want to raise three big ones so they
can enjoy a self-catering Hoseasons boating vacation on the Norfolk
Broads. It's not my cup of tea, coochie-coo - the only broads Theo
Kojak's interested in are the ones who make my eggs over easy and keep
my side of the bed warm at night, capice?
Many people breathed a sigh of relief last week when the Large Hadron Collider smashed some protons together and the planet failed to blow up. But, as I observed at the time, if the researchers at Cern were going to blow up anything it should probably be a photograph of TV scientist, Professor Brian Cox, with the top button of his Wranglers undone.
EVERYONE is saying itâ€™s great that the Chandlers have finally been
released by their swash buckling captors. But is it just me who thinks
this development is a little too convenient?