He's not married to Sally...

This weekend it was the turn of the Live Theatre where we went to support another local comedian, Gavin Webster. We've seen him before, but this time he was much more mellow I thought. He did a lot of local gags which were very funny, including geordie roadsigns and daft short one-liner songs on his ukulele. I reckon he has spurts of genius like his panda routine where he ponders about how extinct they really are, and these are just enough to make you want more. He's done a few things on the telly in his time so watch out, he could be the next geordie voice you hear aside from Ant & Dec or the Big Brother fella.

Nodding dogs are just for the rear windscreen

If they can ban mobile phones in the car why can't they ban dogs too? I queue in the morning traffic, a delight of course, especially when you get the chance to observe other drivers. There's one bloke I see from time to time, drives a sports car, probably smells of lavender, eats quiche for lunch, you know the sort. But what distracts me is his white poodle dog which sits on his lap behind the steering wheel, it's jumping about, spinning round, licking his face, peering out the open window. Urgh, shoot it. Or better still, I'm waiting for its paw to hit the electric window button while it's peering out!

True Comic Relief

He's popular, talented, really funny, does great impressions, can sing, can dance (well a brilliant Shakin' Stevens impression at least). Yes I know, it sounds like a description of me, but it's not. It's the superb Rob Brydon who made us constantly laugh, on stage last night. His humour, quick wit and audience banter was brilliant. He's number 1 in the charts with the comic relief song, and finished the night doing this in a funny way of course. He went into the audience and tried to get his leg back onto the stage but kept falling back. A lady in the front row tried to help with a hand round his buttocks. I tried to get a photo of the cheeky incident. You can just make out Rob after being touched up at the front of the stage.

I want my £30 back...

I have an idea why Newcastle City Council has just received the worst annual review. A few weeks ago, I blogged my parking ticket incident. I appealed twice claiming that it was not marked properly as a loading bay, and because of building work going on it was not obvious to the driver. I paid for a ticket thinking it was a normal bay. Anyway, the gits at the council made me pay £30. But the sneaky council has now put a brand new LOADING BAY sign on the parking bay, taking my advice but still fining me. So I'm now trying to get my £30 back.

Older, bolder, shrinking shoulder

I'm now officially old, I've moved onto another age section when you fill in forms. Still feel like a big kid though, so it must be true when they say it's all in the mind. My celebrations came to a head with a fantastic party at a great venue, Magnesia Bank arranged by my beautiful girlfriend. It was great fun to see daft dancing and be with all friends and family in the same room. Food provided by The Black Door, it was so good I just wanted to kiss it all. So I'm now at the age where I start thinking about caravans, taking up golf, getting a tartan blanket for the car just in case I get stranded and of course buying a second fridge to go in the garage. I'm the good looking fella in the middle on this photo, my mate on the left trying to look like William Shatner and uncle on the right who looks like he's got a hair in his mouth. I look the youngest of course. Now I'm off to measure my spine..