Want to rub dog’s business in Alan ‘Wherever there is the sound of a brass band you will find me’ Titchmarsh’s business?
Want to…. oh we’ve run out.
So anyways, see these?
They’re – what are we calling these? – doormats, and they’re for-to-raise money for the Terrence Higgins Trust.
What happens is, you part with 22 earth pounds – which isn’t much these days, what with the rate of inflation and the cost of even a small packet of Haribo and most people wasting at least half their salaries on telly phone-ins etc blah – in that lovely homeware store Heal’s, and you get one of six doormats crafted by famouses’ very own hands, for use in your own home. (more…)
Being such a total drama queen the Fag Hag has always had something of a soft spot for those elderly gennelman of the theatre… in fact, two of my favourite theatrical fags of all time are Dame Serena McKellan and Sir Joanna Gielgud. (more…)
Oh sweet Anne Widdecombe in a bikini, what have I done? So I’m reading this book by Danny Wallace called The Yes Man (a suitable autobiography title for many of my exes incidentally… well, they’re all too terrified to ever say no to me!). (more…)