Snoozy Sunday

I SLEPT FOR A GREAT DEAL OF THE AFTERNOON. Found this Michael Jackson book from 1984. It is so funny. It details just about every aspect of his life that year. In fact all it leaves out seems to be when he used the bathroom and whether it was number ones, twos or whatever... It's called something like Mark Bego: A Year With The Thriller... or something crappy like that.

Roll on tomorrow morning. I want to find out what is supposed to be happening then. Nobody seems to know or care and I honestly, as I said, cannot remember who said what. Dreadful, I know. But sadly true.

Have a look at this "village fete" story from This Marks The Spot.

It is classic!

A grandmother entered her cake into a contest at a fete.
Jenny Brown, 62, entered her Victoria Sponge into the competition and was initially pleased to have come second.

But she was left shocked when a friend revealed to her that she was the only person to take part.

The contest was organised by the Wimblington Sports Committee and judges marked down the cake because it had indentations from a wire rack.

Ms Brown said: "My friend came over to me at the fete and said I had come second.

"I asked her how many more entries there had been, but she just started laughing and said I was the only one.

"I definitely wasn't annoyed about it."

Julie Dent, from the Wimblington Sports Committee, said: "The judges had an expectation and I suppose they didn't feel as though it qualified for first place.

Ms brown had also entered another event previously. "About 11 years ago I entered a show with some fruit scones. I was the only entrant but I came third."