Remember the post I did back at the beginning of August concerning the death of the Betty/Geoff blog Search Me? Well, we couldn't let it lie. We had to go back and revive the dying beast.
It's bigger and better than before (only because Betty is the only one who has done any posts recently). Don't worry, I'll be along soon to balls it all up.
And talk about nepotism! I'm now going to order you over to a couple of our friends' blogs just in case you didn't go there last time we mentioned them.
There's Fears Forever, Glenda's shrine to the wonder that is Tears For Fears' Roland Orzabal. This week Glenda's found true love so I think we all ought to be immensely happy for her.
And there's Farmer Giles' Cock Blog, a weekly interactive haven for bird lovers to revel in the delights of nature.
That is the last I will mention of any of those three blogs as they've got to stand on their own six legs from now on.
As a special Sunday treat, one of my dear friends has agreed to appear sporadically on this blog. Nigel Coupling was one of the original Liverpool Beat Poets and a good friend of Cilla Black until he gave it all up to be a psychiatric nurse. He's recently retired from the profession and he is tentatively dipping his toes back into the water of verse.
Today Nigel would like to present to you all his poem, Doris:-
Doris Spokes, the cycling psychic pedalled to the shops one day. When slowed down by PC Mike Dick, said, "I know what you will say."
"You're going to say you want to pick the brains of your dead Uncle Ron." "No," he said, "you're fucking nicked, for cycling with no knickers on."
Nigel says, "eat your heart out, Roger McGough." (They don't get on).