I'm jumping on the Astrology bandwagon with all 4-paws - I think I should, it's fashionable, and I like to be on trend!?

I've already spotted a new planet - I kept one eye open all last night, stargazing thru' my window - it's not officially confirmed yet, but no doubt the media will latch onto it soon.

I think we'll call it 'Simonus' . . . great idea or what?!

Love to Dara by the way, I recognised him on the tv - didn't he used to be a comedy-fella?  Don't really know the other fella, I think he used to be on Planet of the Apes, but I can't be sure.  I think his name was Brain...

Catch u soon, xx.

As a self-proclaimed expert on tv advertising I thought I'd give u my top 5 from last night - I love ads & I love lists! 

5) First Choice Hols - now all inclusive,  brill music basically.
4)  BET 365 - Bingo heads,  just odd, but in a good way.
3)  Subway Low Fat range - sponsors of 'The Biggest Loser' - perverse, surreal. . .
2)  BMW 3-Series - even more brill soundtrack, just great.
1)  Virgin Media - Usain Bolt as Richard Branson!  Genius!

Hope he was paid a fortune for that, I'm guessing he must have been.

Catch u soon, xx.

All 5 'Brits' who played on the opening day of the Australian Open Tennis lost - not v.impressive...

The good news is that our top 'Brit' Andy Murray won his first round match this morning, - Hurrah for British Tennis!

I do hope the press keep calling him British for at least a couple of weeks, we all know it's bad news when they call him a 'Scot'.

You know it and I know it, and I'm just a dog, x.

Tell my why I just love Mondays, Tell me why I just love Mondays !!

It's still fffrreeeezing here, but the sun is out and the skies are clear blue - what a beautiful day.

Everyone but me has gone to work, brilliant!  I've got the day to myself.  I'm going to be wiggling all morning with Fearne Cotton to keep warm . . . even more brrrrrrilliant.

Have a lovely day,  Simon G,  xx.

Weekend Plan -

It's 9am, Saturday morning and I've just put my wet-nose outside - it froze!

It's bloody fffrrreeezzzzing here so I'm staying in bed/basket all weekend and keeping my big fur coat on (I have no other choice but to keep it on of course).

That's it, nothing else to report,  Bye,  x.

Pa was home very late last night, way past his normal bedtime.

I detected a cocktail of aromas as he came thru' my room - stale alcohol, a slight whiff of cigarettes, a touch of perfumery and a sniff of whipped cream?!

He left his jacket hanging in the hall and went straight to bed.  I quickly inspected the exhibit - a touch of red stuff on the collar? a couple of small white feathers on the back?? and half a celery stick in the top pocket???

I'm no detective but I'd say he'd been working late & maybe too hard.

No shit Sherlock. . .

Me and Pa watched television last night, BBC1 all the way.

We watched Manchester City v. Liverpool - it wasn't the greatest game but I'm no expert, I tried to enjoy it but it's difficult when you're watching with a Man Utd fan - so many expletives I had to close my floppy-furry ears.  1-nil to Liverpool I think, although I may have dozed off towards the end.  Pa wanted them both to lose . . .
I woke up to watch the snooze & weather - I like to keep up to date u know - getting colder apparently . . .

Then we watched a programme about sportsmen with Freddie Flintoff chatting, Pa cried a bit which I thought was strange - it could have been the background music.
I'm just glad that I'm a big, hairy, happy, fella and not an elite athlete, or cricketer.  I may give up boxing too.