Wednesday, July 06, 2005


Oh dear, I've been a bit of a bad dog, haven't I. Call off the search party, Hachiko's home.

I wouldn't even know where to begin explaining these last, lost, six weeks. Honestly, when Mistress said she was looking forward to heading out east, I thought she meant Bethnal Green, so I jumped in her handbag. Next thing I knew, I had woken up in Warsaw. Fortunately for both of us, I am the adaptable type. Above is a photo of me adapting quite well to sunbaking in Collioure, a tiny town in the south of France. I had a wonderful time there. Scoff ye not, when I take off my scarf there's a definite tan line. The other dogs however only spoke French, which made socialising a bit awkward.

I came home in time to watch Live8. Judging by those huge bags under Bob Geldof's eyes, it was a lot of hard work bringing it all together, and I thought it went off brilliantly. Well, I am a rabid- so to speak- Robbie fan. Even Madonna ("I've never been to Africa, but I know people that have") impressed. Any woman over 40 who's still managed to avoid the dreaded bingo wings gets my vote of approval. Mariah Carey on the other hand is a complete nutcake. No amount of philanthropic gestures on her part can disguise the fact. Sadly though, I missed the infamous dreadful Pete Doherty and Elton John duet. The ex-rent boy and the camp old queen together on stage, who would have guessed? And would somebody please buy Joss Stone some shoes?

The sun has momentarily reappeared so I must go and take full advantage. One never knows with these fickle English summers.

Oh, and I found out that my favourite TV stars Kath and Kim had made it to the front cover of the 4th June issue of the Financial Times weekend magazine! Noice work ladies!


Anonymous Big Dog said...

Welcome home little pup!! Oh how we missed you!! Don't go away again without letting us know!

4:11 PM  
Blogger Natsthename said...

Good to see you again!!

9:55 PM  

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