Sunday part 2.

Mutterings continued.

By all accounts the Brit concert for the tsunami victims was a huge success, netting over a million quid. The generosity of all involved is touching but I do wonder why Jools Holland chose "Shake, Rattle and Roll" as the finale. Sick sense of humour or just plain insensitivity? You decide.

Mother Goose for Cats (dunno who wrote these but they're amusing):

Pussy Cat, Pussy cat where have you been?
I've been on the counter, and jumped down again.

Pussy cat Pussy cat, What did you there?
I licked up the dishes, and horked up some hair.

Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack jumped over the sleeping kit,

Jack be sluggish,
Jack be slow,
the family jewels are the first to go.

Hey diddle diddle,
the cat took a piddle,
it's buried somewhere in the room.

The little dog dashed,
to make a report,
and the cat knocked him flat with a spoon.

Little Jack Horner,
sat in a corner,
eating his turkey pie,

a lightening fast paw,
was the last thing he saw,
and he said "where the HELL is my pie?"

Little Miss Muffet,
sat on her tuffet,
feeding her kitty whey,

Along came a spider,
the kitty cat spied her,
and ate it, thus saving the day.