- Gills: yes. Lost 3-1 to Luton (full nayme: Lu-ton-of-poo Town)
- Simpsons: no
- Tesco: no - gets werse, don't it?
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
- Weekend Score: 6.532/10
Well, dispyte wat it sez at the top thare, (HA! Cort yu owt, yu peepol hoo skip that bit! HA!) do not be too down, oh ye loyal members ov the Don't Mok The Bear Club, as we did mayke Gillingham get thare very ferst goal ov the seezon.
It's ownly been a month, an they're jus warmin up. An enyway, wun ov those goals the other lot got waz a penalty, an we all kno the rool abowt penaltys- even if yu don't kno wat they ar, yu can be shor ov this rool- if YU get wun, it waz compleetly diservd, an if THEY get wun, they wer cheetin scum an the referee iz defnitly on thare payrole. So it's 2-1 reelly, not 3.
I hope yu rememberd to console yorselvs wiv the appropryet number ov choklit peanuts. I also spottid sumthing on TV Saterday eevnin that cheerd me up a lot an tuk my furry mind off such taxin conserns.
It waz on wun ov the Digital Channels. Mummy spottid it in the TV gide. Mummy wotchis alot ov stuff on Digital. If yu ever want to kno enything abowt sharks or Nazis, sheez ya gal.
Heer iz the programme we enjoyd, nay, videod, on Saterday:
"BEAR- SPY IN THE WOODS" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I waz a TAD consernd that it waz goin to blow the cover ov a lot ov Bears, reveelin wich wuns wer spys an all. But it wazent. It waz a spy in the woods spyin on the Bears. HA! So we had lots ov film wiv Bears in. Now, that's wat I call grayte telly. Don't worry, the Bears knew they wer thare. I cud tell. They jus agrred wiv me, that the BBC issent wat it yewst to be, an needid sum improovment. I heer they got payd kwite well owt ov it. Two ov them retyred to the Cairngorms from whare thay hope to re-introdews the speesheez to Scottyland.
Enyway, we had to video it cos Dilly startid growlin at the prospekt ov missin CSI on the other side. It's a bit unnervin wen she starts makin her growlin noyze. Speshally as, wiv her eyebolls bein like they ar, yor never kwite shor wat sheez lookin at, so if the growl akchewally terns into sumthin, yu don't kno if it's comin yor way.
I don't kno WAT it mite tern into, weev never let it go that far. But watever CUD be on the end ov (1) Dilly not seein CSI an (2) her growlin noyze, wuddent be too nice. It wuddent be enything to do wiv cayke, fer exampol. So best just not go thare.
All in all I had the larst larff coz I can now wotch the Bear programme agen an agen an agen, an wen Dilly goze an complaynes to our Parronts they say, "Well how menny tymes has Bob wotcht it?" to wich Dilly* sez "2" and so they agree wiv me that this is not yet exsessiv enuff to switch off. HAHAHA. Tayke that, yer CSI-sest-reptyle!
Bye fer now!
*fer mor on this, get filld in on Dilly's way ov cowntin, if yu don't kno it alreddy, or can tayke it wun mor time.