I really do love Melvyn Bragg. In his newsletter this week:
“The unforced attention of a lovely dog can make your morning.”
Otherwise, the world has gone mad.
And I’m not referring to revolution in the Middle East… although I am mildly offended by the repeated description of Gaddafi as a ‘mad dog’. (And mildly perplexed by Weird’s often -repeated comment that he looks exactly like her ex-husband in a woolly hat).
I am referring to it being a big news week for cats. First of all Dave Cam’s PR machine made a desperate bid to divert us from the economic crisis of the century by installing Larry, to deal with an apparent rat infestation at Number 10 … very Dick Whittington.
Never thought of that did you, Andy Coulson?
Then the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office hit the news for a second time by stealing the limelight from the ubiquitous Kevin Spacey, as he was presented with a Big Society award by Dave at an impromptu photocall.
Next came the news of Smokey, the cat with the loudest purr in the world – an ear shattering 92 decibels (evidently the sound of a Boeing 737 coming in to land) compared with the average 25. According to her owner, Mrs Adams from Northampton, Smokey’s favourite pastimes are ‘eating and sleeping on the window ledge.’ Well really.
Finally, and best of all, we hear that an ugly cat who scared potential owners because he looks like the Harry Potter villain Lord Voldemort, has finally found a new home. You couldn’t make it up.
Actually, he really does look like Voldemort. He makes Gaddafi look attractive.