The Big Questions ...

Sunday night and the mind mush has attacked again. There are any number of jobs I should be doing but instead it's time to enjoy a wee spot of chardy and ponder the really important questions.

Like why do I feel the need to buy both "The Listener" and the "TV Guide" when I already have the "Sky Watch" guide and when all else fails can use the on screen listings? Is it in some pathetic hope that ONE of these magazines will actually reveal something I want to watch?

Who told men that brown suits were a good idea? Who told men that brown suits with black shoes were an even better idea? Who told one particular man, ok so it was Parkinson, that a brown suit, black shoes, a pale blue shirt and a yellow tie was the business? No Parky, No! Was it a dare Parky? Was that why all your male guests wore brown suits too?

And why are the majority of the emails in my "Spam Folder" adverts for Cialis, Viagra and Rolex Watches? I know, I know - my image-twin is Elton John but really! Do I need the watch so I can time the performance? Or have I been targeted as being a woman of a certain age whose only hope of a good time is to drug some aging paramour? Who says there isn't some spotty faced toy-boy waiting for me, a woman in my prime?

The pic is especially for Cat - a gf sent me this card for my last birthday. She's rather special isn't she!