So it’s only Wednesday and already Luke (not to be confused with Matthew or Katy) Perry has died. As has Prodigy legend, Keith ‘twisted firestarter’ Flint.
Forget the obligatory Firestarter clip of your man Keith smacking himself about the head in a sewer somewhere. This clip is the only one you ever need to see. Stick with it. The Goose makes it. Keef’s Camping Review
I have been feeling pretty rough this week. We can invent ever more witchcraft-like phones and apps for just about anything, but we can’t yet cure a common cold. I’ve been doing a fair bit of laying around under a duvet on the settee as a result of the ineffectiveness of the old lemsip. One of the things I watched while prone in pjyamas and awaiting death with tissue paper stuck up my nose, was the Netflix documentary ‘Abducted in plain sight’. About a girl abducted, twice, as a child by the same man.
I urge you to watch it and I defy you not to say “WHAAAAAAAAAT?” at least once. No spoilers but I guarantee you will also feel like parent of the year.
As an antidote to the news stories of celebrity deaths and questionable parenting decisions, I was hopeful of a miracle local news story yesterday lunchtime when Look North promised a story on a cat who diagnosed its owner’s hidden cancer.
Eagerly I shushed Bman at the crucial moment, not wanting to miss a word of this incredible tale. Did the cat mew at its owner, gently pawing a particular area of her body? Did it then click open the laptop with the cancer page of Web MD open in the browser? Did the cat sport a white coat and stethoscope?
The lady had suffered many a symptom, which she had chosen to ignore. Then the cat jumped on her lap as cats are wont to do, and it hurt her belly slightly so her hubby made her go to the GP.
This is news? Cat sits on owner – SHOCKER!
Glad the lady is now ok and everything but fuck me what a lame story.
At least it made a change from another Brexit story.