GL is rubbish with buttons by the way - so impatient.

he really shouldn’t have been wearing it in the first place - he’s not exactly your size, ms r!

Or is that a rumour I just made up? I never can tell truth from fantasy, as a judge ruled very recently.

I’m also worried that this blog may attract those who would define some of the posts and comments as ‘toxic’.

I read, today, in the financial press that JP Morgan Chase Fed has purchased Bear Stearns for 1 % of book value…. because of ‘toxic sub-prime’ investments.

GL… ‘Toxic’ is a great word… an epithet… a metaphor… an ideogram of our times… possibly even a symbol of UK Blawging?

Next time I am down at The Bollo I shall ask if they have anything ‘toxic’ for me to eat… I had rice with a few mushrooms thrown in tonight. They called it Risotto ai funghi with ‘Truffle Oil’.

I have a good nose…. I can smell truffle oil. In fact… I moonlight at Heathrow as a truffle oil sniffer for HMRC… and I have been very successful at taking nearly £100 million of truffle oil of the streets of West London and Notting Hill… It is a small thing that I do for our country - but anything that limits the supply of truffle oil to West London mediavotchniks… must be a step in the right direction?

The Bollo was ‘not guilty’ of putting truffle oil on my rice avec mushrooms… I’d have been better off bringing a sachet of Cuppa Soup and asking ‘chef’ to pour my cuppa soup onto the rice they cooked… and adding a bit of truffle oil which I keep at all times in my coat pocket. (A legitimate supply to enable me to calibrate my nose (Above)).

I’m sorry… compared to Heather Mill’s… problems trousering only 24.3 million quid today… and I will always worry if she is OK… my irritation about my rice and mushrooms tonight is not at all important.

In fact, so unimportant is my problem with the truffle oil-less rice with mushrooms tossed on.. top served up tonight as my dinner… that I am almost embarrassed to admit that I had to remind myself by reading The Independent… that there are rather more important things going on in Iraq, Afghanistan, Tibet, Darfur, and other parts of the world…

J’accuse myself ce soir… for the sin of thinking that my rice and mushrooms problem is a matter of importance…. I repent… It is a good time to do so… being Holy Week… innit?

Snow predicted for Easter…. and, as the old joke goes… between two eskimos… One says to the other … “They hav 50 words for snow down at the Groucho Club”.

Well… I am off to see if my futon is ready for me… and I will think of the 12 steps of the Cross… or was that 7 stations….

Anywho, welcome back, blawgers of the interweb unite!