I am currently listening to a song that has nothing to do with Christmas or the Wombles.

Christmas cannot be getting earlier each year as none of the shops start trying to sell tinsel before the beginning of December.

As usual, the chat room last night was full of nothing but tiresome old puns.

A loaf of bread strike has just begun in Derbyshire, with all members of the Loaves, Bloomers and Rolls Union downing crumbs and walking out of breadbins to join sad, defenceless and rather short-lived picket lines on a main road in Matlock.

I've been in fine lying form lately.