I've been looking at electricity pylons. It dawned on me recently I don't give them much thought. Haven't even noticed them really. They're bloody brilliant. I think the trees and fields around them kind of ruin the view. Do you know what I mean?

Cheryl's got nits. Well, the eggs at least. Out comes the comb again.

I love my wife but I'd rather be standing underneath a pylon than scraping eggs from my wife's head.