I blame you lot...

I mean let's face it...it's not like I wasn't seeking fame and fortune when I started this blog. Okay, maybe that's taking its time coming but faint comment never won fair heart...or something. You get the gist. What's a girl to do when she blogs on every other day and no bugger has left a comment? Not even the Lovely Boyfriend. You know who you are. I mean it's getting embarrassing. Especially when I get quizzed on the radio about this very blog, have to bear the cross for Kirkby girls everywhere (or just in Kirkby) and for what? Silence. Is it any wonder I resort to cleaning, general fannying around and wondering when we're going to get to the bottom of who Amy Winehouse butted and why?

And to top it off it seems The Sultan's Elephant may not be coming to Liverpool after all and I have been led a merry dance. If anyone can shed any light on this, please do. It's at risk of being a Capital of Culture let down. Or maybe the elephant ate Ringo's head and has been banned from entering God's own city at all. Hmm.

Otherwise my head has been getting wrecked by work, total cunts and new kitchens. And then soothed by an excellent I Am Kloot gig and some good old fashioned juvenile humour.

So pull out your typing finger and let me know what you think. I did.

If I were a better blogger...

I'd be able to tell you that there was joy on every level with this I am Kloot video. As it stands I have to put the comment and the video in a separate post or I make the video disappear. And that wouldn't do at all.

Everyone should love I am Kloot.

Proof - I am Kloot