There goes another week.

Mutterings continued.

Can't believe it's Friday already.

According the What Social Entity Are You Quiz (thanks Leece!) I am:

"Category V - The Lone Wolf
Though you'd be welcome in most groups, you prefer a more solitary path."

Woof.

Speaking of doggies, amusing and heartwarming story from The Guardian's The Northerner:
"Baz the one-toothed wonder"

Although he has only one tooth, and at 14 is a doddery pensioner of a

Jack Russell, Baz surprised and evicted two burglars from a house

near Prestbury, "snapping and snarling at their heels as they fled

from his home." Not content with that, he then jumped into their

getaway car and mauled them - insofar as you can maul with just the

one tooth - for over a mile.

"He's very elderly and a bit of a wreck really. But he's terribly

loyal and territorial," Baz's 66-year-old owner Janet Terras tells

the MEN. "If he likes you he will roll on his back with his legs in

the air, but if he doesn't he will try to kill you."

Sounds like quite a few northerners I know. But he earned his keep as

a watchdog - the panicked burglars only managed to steal an

unexciting 300 yards of yellow garden hose.

Mrs Terras is now helping Baz get down anti-shock and painkiller

tablets with his favourite apricot-flavoured Stilton cheese, and the

police are working out how to get the burglars' DNA off him. The

blood's there, but every time forensic try to get it, out comes that

fang."

And one for Nick in Huddersfield:
"Bad news in the Examiner for thousands of Huddersfield people whose

nice new wheelie-bins are being withdrawn for "modification" and

replaced in the meanwhile with those grotty, cat, fox and Baz-ripped

black plastic bags.

The glitch, according to Kirklees council, is that the bins are

toppling off dustcarts when they're tipped to be upended into the

mashing machine, an exciting process which my children used to watch

for what seemed like hours.

Someone should be writing a history of the wheelie-bin, which has

earned a place beside the pillar box and milk bottle as a strangely

loveable part of the British urban scene. The best story I remember

doing involved alleged mayhem in Pontefract, where pensioners were

said to be leaning too far into the bins when dumping rubbish.

I'm not sure evidence was widely produced, but the claim was that they

then fell in, and a combination of windy weather and the hills down

from Ponty's elevated town centre sent them whizzing away on their

wheelie's wheels." My mother once nearly fell into the freezer cabinet at Coles reaching for something at the bottom. She's only 5' tall, you see, and she leaned in a little too far.

I notice that the ABC shop has slated the Goodies 2 DVD for November. No details so it will be interesting to see what's on it.