A New Zealand couple applied for a $4,000 loan from their bank.

The bank, by mistake paid $4,000,000 into their account.

They immediately emigrated (after first transferring the funds to another bank).

I like that.

britain’s got talent


Oh.  What a great first semi final tonight.

“The whole world’s talking about it.”  said the presenters who most wanted/needed “the whole world” to be talking about it.

Anyway, in a travesty of a public vote the woman who isn’t actually all that ugly and certainly isn’t all that good at singing (although she’s quite good) walked off with the public’s vote.

By FAR the best act, “Diversity”, were faced with a shoot out against the grannies’ favourite; the sweet (but rubbish) wee lassie, Natalie Okri.

Common sense ensured that the best act, by far, is in the final.

Julie Neidenko, the Latvian pole dancer, who claims to be a belly dancer, but doesn’t actually belly dance caught my (and Simon’s) eye.

When Darth Jackson took his mask off Ria immediately categorised him as a peado and that Latvian burd as a prossie.  (I’d like to say that as author of this blog I do not necessarily subscribe to either of my 14 year old daughter’s  views.)

What I do think though is that public nonsense could take a very average singer to surprising levels of success and I’m not in agreement with that.  Even if she is Scottish.

Come on Diversity!

A real foggy Bummer


Sam Bartram was Charlton’s goalkeeper from 1934 till 1956.  In that long and distinguished career perhaps one tale stands out.  I read it in the Guardin the other day and it amused me.  He was keeping goal in a match aianst Chelsea in a proverbial Pea Souper of a fog.  The game must have been going well he thought becuause was not even called into action for the first 15 minutes.  Indeed, his first encounter with a fellow human being was when a figure emerged from the fog.  But it wasn’t an opposing player, it was a copper.

“What are you doing here.” the copper exclaimed.  “The game was abandoned before kick off and the feild’as completely empty.

Nobody, it seemed, had seen the need to tell the goalie..”

Footnote: A Foggy Bummer is the Scottish name for a Bumble Bee.  (did you see what I did there?)