If music be the food of love.....

I was in the pub yesterday when I suddenly realised I desperately needed to fart.

The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat. After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my pint and noticed that everybody was staring at me.

Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.

First day, first bog

It's the first posting in a new blog. Bit like the first page in a new book except I can't rip this out when I spell necessary wrong. Anyway, welcome to what I hope will be a regular event. Watch out for special offers, musings, free key rings and numerous other bits of midless malarky.