It's Chriiiiisssstmassss!

It's September, for frick sake. But that hasn't stopped Waitrose putting our their Christmas range on the shelves already.

Mind you, with the new layout still so confusing perhaps it's a good thing that they've given their customers 3 months in which to find the festive section.

But seriously, this is so depressing I nearly shot myself in the head with a self-scan gun. Who the hell buys this stuff in September?

Name and shame, please.

Ass Not A Donkey

Thanks to blog reader Alex who has provided this snap of the now famous KT4 mule (yes it's a mule, not a donkey, apparently) outside the Worcester Park Tavern.

I have no idea, of course, what a mule drinks. No doubt my quick-witted blog readers will be able to suggest?

Making An Ass Of Myself

I have been unable to post for some weeks, having been kept under lock and key by Mrs WP who refuses to believe that I keep seeing a man riding a donkey around Worcester Park.

She won't let me out on the streets again until I stop mentioning these 'visions'.

Please help.