Another switch in the daily routine sees Me Too join the post breakfast line-up. Our favourites so far are Tina and her toy-boy Raymond. No-one seems to have noticed that their daughter must have been born when Raymond was about twelve and Tina in her mid-forties. Surely the police should be investigating?
Tina runs the worst Taxi Business in Glasgow. Yesterday she had three fares all day and still managed to double book herself. Still, we like her because she drives past our old flat in Glasgow in every episode. (Check it out - you can see the dilapidated sign for the off licence!)
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Friday, 8 February 2008
DTE's First Crush
It is with great sadness, that I report that our not-yet-three-year-old has her first crush. It seems that the new CBeebies presenter, Andy, is the light of her life.
Oops, I've Been Missing...
Apologies to the regular readers. I've been away a while. Believe it or not, January is one of the busiest months running a toy shop. Clearing out old stuff in the January sale and planning ahead for the new year is all very time consuming. Sorry I haven't been around.
There's so much happened, I don't know where to start. I could tell you about the "Santa Experience" at Braehead - 2007 style - with many signs of the times. Suffice to say that Santa was younger than me and Polish, and some of his gifts from earlier in the season had been subject to product recalls. I could tell you about the wonderful family Christmas we all had. But no - I'll concentrate on my usual subject - the tellybox.
At the moment, we're most exited about new Go, Diego, Go episodes. Alicia is lazier than ever, the naughty Bobo Brothers seem to have been moved in and Baby Jaguar seems to have been sent to join the dole queue. So much to review in later posts.
We've also taken to watching Something Special. I'm getting good at sign language. I can sign 'Fat, Camp Man' and I perform it each time Justin appears. Poor Justin. It's not his fault he's a bit camp. There's no need for the producers of the show to have him (so far) lurking in the woods, waiting on the dock for sailors to arrive and myriad other stereotyped acts.
There's so much happened, I don't know where to start. I could tell you about the "Santa Experience" at Braehead - 2007 style - with many signs of the times. Suffice to say that Santa was younger than me and Polish, and some of his gifts from earlier in the season had been subject to product recalls. I could tell you about the wonderful family Christmas we all had. But no - I'll concentrate on my usual subject - the tellybox.
At the moment, we're most exited about new Go, Diego, Go episodes. Alicia is lazier than ever, the naughty Bobo Brothers seem to have been moved in and Baby Jaguar seems to have been sent to join the dole queue. So much to review in later posts.
We've also taken to watching Something Special. I'm getting good at sign language. I can sign 'Fat, Camp Man' and I perform it each time Justin appears. Poor Justin. It's not his fault he's a bit camp. There's no need for the producers of the show to have him (so far) lurking in the woods, waiting on the dock for sailors to arrive and myriad other stereotyped acts.
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