Took me a while to realise he was talking about fishing. Honestly, they should teach them to speak properly before they let them on the radio. I’m having trouble sleeping now.

Pity.

See, this is how it goes with judges. One day they’re telling you you can’t do 90 in a built-up area, then it’s no murdering on week days, and before you know it’s all gone to their heads and they’re meddling in areas they know nothing about. These things should be left to experts such as Jamie Oliver and Ainsley Harriott.

The country’s gone to the dogs. I no more want an overpaid drag queen in a bad wig to tell me what to eat than I would seek legal advice from Gillian McKeith.

The cricket crisis continues to roll on.

The Orange team continue to deny that they purposefully littered the crease with England cricketers. Captain Michael Orange said, “Yeah, y’know, the lads like England players, so I suppose they might have had one or two in their pockets which could have fallen out near the wicket, but deliberately? Come off it!” This despite the footage above which clearly shows fielder Kevin Orange about to drop a Michael Vaughn, a knowing wink on his face.

Yellow captain Zaheer Yellow has now taken his complaint to the sport’s international governing body. A spokesman today told blogrot: “The rules of cricket make it quite clear that distraction of the batting team by means of shouting, waving or laughing are not allowed. Unfortunately the rules are less clear regarding the dropping of England players on the crease.”

I just think it’s bloody childish. The umpire appears to agree.

(There’s a YouTube video here that you may not see in a feed reader. If it’s not there, try the website instead.)

But then I stopped and thought: what right do I, an Englishman, have to demand yellow bananas in February?

I wish I had a wider point to make here about globalisation or the environmental impact of air freight, but I don’t really. I just thought it was interesting, the whole thing with the bananas.

On the other hand, this ad is very good and I urge you all to drink PG Tips tea as a result:

(There’s a YouTube video here that you won’t see on the RSS feed. View it on the website instead.)

Truly I am blessed amongst men.

They are not delightful at all. And don’t be fooled by the slice of lemon depicted on the packaging. They have all the lemony goodness of a sponge scourer marinated in Fairy liquid.

Satan comes in the guise of a lemony cake, but is not lemony cake

Don’t be fooled as I was. Believe me, it’s better to just be fat.

Lemon drizzle my arse.

The attention to detail is, as ever, quite staggering:

The reflections in the silver foil put me in mind of Terminator 2.

A Merry Christmas to both our readers!

Lead story: Scores seized from Baghdad office

Also in the news: Giant truffle snapped up for £85,000

Really puts things into perspective, doesn’t it? I mean, who wants to read about stolen sheet music when some Chinese lunatic has just spent the price of a new Jag on a fungus that looks like the Elephant Man’s head?

Get over yourselves, BBC.

Clearly designed by a blogrot reader.

I bought one of course. When I think of all those unseasoned meals I’ve eaten during power cuts… that dreadful stroganoff from the total eclipse of ’98… but there’s no point in dwelling on these things.

Keep your eye on the papers for my follow-up attacks: a hundredweight of blancmange at the Colosseum in Rome; sherry trifles appearing overnight outside Israeli embassies worldwide; packages containing Angel Delight powder mailed to Bush, Putin and Blair.

Make no mistake, this campaign will continue until my demands are met – probably something to do with a better selection of hundreds and thousands at Sainsburys.

1. Eat a vindaloo
2. Wear fancy dress to the cricket – outfit to be arranged by the best man
3. Get a picture with either a member of the emergency services or a tramp
4. Down a pint of Whitelocks (real ale bar) strongest ale in one
5. Get a kiss off a blonde, brunette, redhead, short haired and long haired woman (no tongues)
6. Acquire an item of female underwear (Best bet for this is a trade with a hen on a hen night so my advice is to wear some old grollies that you don’t mind losing)
7. Use the following chat up lines at least 3 times on different birds
1. Do you the difference between a Big Mac and a blow job? No? Fancy meeting up for lunch tomorrow?
2. Reckon I could snatch a kiss tonight? Or even better vice versa?
3. Lets play Titanic – when I shout “iceberg” you go down
8. Go into a small newsagents and ask them if they sell fridge freezers, when they look at you as if you are stupid or say no, say what about Washer dryers then? Leave quickly before they call the police.
9. Walk up to the receptionist at the hotel, say you just put £2 in the condom machine in the gents and it didn’t work and could she sort you out.

NB The suggestion of the groom walking into a bar holding a Cornish pasty above his head shouting “I’ve got a bomb!” failed to make the list on account of its likelihood of him getting arrested.

I’ll report back soon.

The Pancake Vomit Story.

See also: Blogrot Top Tip #1

Creationism goes bananas.

As you can probably tell, I’ve just hurt my knuckle on a cheese grater. I was only reaching for a knife but the draining board had been booby-trapped by rebel guerrillas.

When I weigh up the pros and cons I think I’d prefer to live in a world without graters. Is the odd bit of narrow-gauge cheese or carrot really worth the risk? I don’t think so. Besides, you can buy it pre-grated in a bag now – essentially you pay someone else danger money to do the grating for you. And they say market forces don’t work! As long as there’s no blood actually in the bag, I’m happy.

Next week: the time I stepped on a plug and envisaged a utopia without electricity.

At least I had an Easter egg to top me up this morning, otherwise this could have been critical.

See also: Things That Can Really Spoil My Day (Vol. 1)