He wasn’t so popular with the laydees that night. RIP the old sod.

I remember when loads of kids were watching Santa flying around the world one Christmas Eve, when Teenage Grandad announced that it was just the International Space Station.

Lost, grey and quite well turned out. I have trouser empathy.

It’s been dry out today, so if they’re damp it’s not due to rain. Caution advised.

If you woke up in Harrogate (I assume) this morning without your trousers, don’t worry they’re not creased.

I saw a smart pair of trousers folded neatly on a wall this morning. I couldn’t bring myself to photo them. Must do better.

How mad is that!

Controversial, I’m sure but I do like Laura Woods. Her presenting is so cool.

Can’t wait

It’ll be three hours of listening to clacking balls. Just like showering grandad.

I’m going to the ruddy snooker tomorrow night. Obstructed view seats up in the gods.

The socks were worn, but he would have liked them.

It was actually a pair of pants that were a bit tight on me. Much better for his saggy arse.

Or as I like to say, my wife has cremated my socks and pants.

Teenage Grandad was cremated on Friday, wearing a pair of my socks and pants. Which is nice.

Hello. I just saw a child’s Ugg boot in the wild.