God! I'm so under the radar. Bored, bored, bored..........
Please ignore any mention of the word CHRISTMAS in this post. Actually I don't give a ha'penny jizz about the word.
But I digress. This is a stress relieving game for the discerning blogger. I can speak with authority on such matters as I have just slipped away from my desk at the HQ of the Ministry of Defence. For most of the day I have been ordering nuclear warheads from the Cotswold Catalogue. Do not be alarmed. All warheads are disguised as wide rattan tallboys for the more sensitive amongst us.
However I will not be pressed on the firing range of those stainless steel toilet roll caddies















