I knew Tarks was popping in to see me today so I hoovered the carpets, dusted the furniture and shot the rats.
We had a fine chinwag. He arrived with two of his daughters, who were both gorgeous and charming. This, of course, makes me suspicious about the legitimacy of his fatherhood claims. Anyway, we talked about all of you and, gosh, I never knew that about you, Mince.
It didn't surprise you though, did it, Roger?
I really enjoyed popping into Kettle Towers to meet Roger and his staff, despite the bad timing (Aberdeen vs Dundee United was live on the 62" plasma at the time). His view if the silvery Tay as it wends its way down towards the Holy City Of Perth is quite stunning.
I was going to apologise for the following revelation, Roger, but in light of your scurrilous comments about my daughters (not that it hadn't crossed my own mind on numerous occasions), I'm not going to. Suffice to say, that when you popped out of your studio to find a servant who could operate the electric kettle, I couldn't resist snapping the following with my mobile phone (yes, Roger - with my
phone). I thought everyone else here would like to bask in the warm nostalgic glow that overcame me when I spotted this one...
Be thankful you returned before i had the chance to snap the Sega Mega Drive console