now that i have my feet firmly under the throne, i decided to venture forth today (or was it fifth?).
i felt a saintly tingle in my nether regions and decided i wanted to do good.
but i couldn't find her anywhere, ha ha.

so i visited an old folks home instead and helped them while away an afternoon.
we played cards.
the prize was a jar of fish paste and some of them still cheated.

we played bingo.
when i looked round, old mavis was frantically printing her own forged bingo sheets as the numbers were called.

we had tea and cakes.
bert nicked the jaffa cakes.

we had a dance.
sid stepped on my toes just so he could have the last dance with beryl.

honestly!
the older generation!

next time i want to do good i think i'll shoot john prescott.
just after i've barbecued his new book and served it up with chips, of course.