Elle, you seem to have had a good day.
No, I saw Jess Ennis looking fairly pleased with herself in an interview, though.
Cycling was very good. I liked Zelande!
Hello, Pigale!
Now the two of you gather round and I shall tell the tale of the worst poet who ever lived.
Firstly, everyone associates McGonagall with Dundee.
The truth is, he came from Edinburgh and inflicted himself and his dreadful doggerel upon us!
He managed to get several bookings in Dundee halls and recited his dirges, and when the audience threw oranges and spoilt fruit at him, he took it for adoration. Honestly.
Eventually, he wrote letters to Her Majesty Queen Victoria, seeking her patronage as a Royal poet.
But, Queen Vic was a lot wiser than William and deigned to reply to him.
He knew that she holidayed at Balmoral every year and decided to go and see her there.
And off he popped up the road.
Now, Balmoral is about 60 miles North of the city and the bold William walked all the way.
But, the Queen had her scouts out gathering information and they relayed the impertinent scoundrel's intention to her. She was not amused.
And when William reached Balmoral he was met at the gates of the Castle by an enormous royal usher (Brown?) who told him that Her Majesty's wishes were, for him to be off and never darken her door again.
There was no messing with our gracious queen.
And he returned to Dundee and made up more daft verses!
It is a pleasant evening here!