Blundering buffoonery

After the death defying exploits of last weekend he has been getting his head down and just working, dull boy, and not drinking, very dull boy, which rather leaves your correspondent with a dearth of material.

Fortunately common-sense has prevailed and the good lad spent most of yesterday engaging in some DIY. Matters got off to a great start when he electrocuted himself (again, we think that is number 5 or 6). Fortunately for us he didn't leave matters there and on drilling into the wall was excited to locate a hot water pipe.

Lesser mortals would have rested there but of course such lesser mortals would not make worthy subjects for us at Bogun Towers and he was good enough to then seek to collect a load of furniture from House of Fraser. Now a Toyota Celica might be a fun car to drive (actually it isn't but we can come back to that another time) but the sales literature does not make a virtue of its boot space. Notwithstanding the challenges after some intriguing loading - marked by constant unloading and re-loading and some good old brute force - he eventually managed to get everything in.

Rather foolishly he concluded, after two rejuvenative pints of Hoegaarden which may have played a part, to try and carry the largest item (45kgs according to the packaging) on his own and as he put it "African woman style" i.e. on his head. His neck is, again, ruined and he is a marked amount shorter.