Don't mess with Mr In between

Woke up this morning - late again, polished off the last drop of Merlot - and had the theme tune to Midsommer Murders going in my head. I do like the programme. The ladyfriend and I are quite fanatical about it in fact. It amazes me that there are so many episodes.

Got to use new shampoo today! I love opening new bottles and this is a brand I have never tried before so I am quite cock-a-hoop. I am waiting to see if what it says on the packaging will bear any fruit. They do make some outlandish claims these days and we are willingly taken in.

Whilst in Brighton at the weekend a man had a stall in the North Laines selling "Milk Thistle" for the liver and all kinds of potions and lotions it is almost as if we have taken a step back to the days of those American sideshow medicine sellers that used to roll into town - well Little House on the Prarie land anyway. I call for a clamp down.

Talking of hair, I always think of Brian Cant when I dry my hair with a towell as I remember him saying once that is a very dangerous thing to do, but I can't remember when, but it has stayed with me to this day.