I still haven't found my 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For' CD. Oh wait, there it is, under my 'Whoomp! (There It Is)' CD... (Puns, Am Dram, Cats)
Can't quite believe it's all 'Over & Done With'. Had the best time doing 'Sunshine on Leith' with such an incredible cast and crew. Thanks everyone, and to all who came to watch! ☀️☀️☀️
*Real Life Tweet Alert*
My daughter LOVES school. But she's only '2 out of 10 happy' about going now because of bullying, and no one playing with her. This might go nowhere, but please chuck this tweet a like, or reply with a message to show that bullies never win
#IStandWithRuby
Freddie Mercury's Grandmother: I need an almond-flavoured liqueur, but I'm waiting for one of the supermarkets to do a discount.
Freddie Mercury: I see a Lidl's Amaretto offer, Nan.
RIP my neighbour who once told his wife that he was just popping out to get some thread but actually went to the pub for the day. Gone, but not for cotton.
Sorry to be serious for a moment.
I just want to deal with some rumours that seem to be doing the rounds.
I'm NOT being paid to promote German filled pastry on Twitter. It looks like some of my tweets may have been misconstrudel.
Thanks.
I've invented a loaf of bread that says 'Good Morning!' in German.
I've also invented one that just says 'Morning!' in German, that's the guten-free version.
I first met my wife at a 'Make a Jelly in the Shape of a US President' class, and I knew she was the one from the moment I set Eisenhower.
#LunchPun
#RateMyPun
The macaw that lives on my office work surface has irritated several different Frenchmen with its glockenspiel. I don't know what they're going to do about it, but desk parrot chimes gall four disparate messieurs.
Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise,
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday.
You got mud on your face.
You big disgrace.
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'...
A police officer just stopped me due to the terrible state of my jumper sleeve, which is covered in small balls of thread. I've been charged with grievous bobbly arm 😔
I'm in a legal tussle with the red Teletubby over the ownership of a cabbage salad. It's complicated because she's substituted all but ten percent of it with a peppery Chinese sauce, but there's legal precedent because Po's szechuan is nine-tenths of the slaw.
Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise, playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday. You got mud on your face. You big disgrace. Kicking your can all over the place, singin'...
-Whoa! Have you seen that big herd of bees outside?
-Not *herd* of bees.
-You've not heard of bees? They're flying things with stings.
-I know, but it's swarm!
-*sweating* I know, it's boiling! But I'm not opening the window til that herd of bees has gone.
Elton John was telling me that apparently, in the middle ages, if mounted soldiers needed a poo they had to do it in their armour because it was so difficult to take off. They weren't happy about it, but it didn't put them off because sad turdy knight's alright for fighting.
My wife threatened to leave me because of my insistence on cataloguing my bicycle collection using French numbers. But once I bought my eleventh, she decided to let bike onze be bike onze.
One of the Monkees once told me that looking at Medusa would *actually* turn you into a baby semiaquatic rodent, but I had my doubts. Then I saw her face, now I'm a wee beaver.
I'm renting a house from the matron at the local ursine hospital, and it's full of inflatable sofas. Doesn't sound great, but it's got all the bear nurse air settees.
The Queen: Philip... I'm stuck on today's crossword. Do you know which football team Sir Alex Ferguson managed?
Prince Philip: Man United?
The Queen: Yes, the man I knighted.