The only party I ever enjoyed was a fancy dress party that I attended as Mr Grumpy and was encased in a large blue cardboard box. I recall dancing round the living room and having a fun time. I can chat to people on trains or buses, or when out walking the dog but social occasions terrify me. I know one is supposed to ask people about themselves but I get so nervous I just suffer from verbal diarrhea. One night, prior to that worst of all social occasion, the works do, I had a message from a Dr Who mad internet chum which said 'Brave heart, Tegan'. I say that to myself now at times of social terror. Mind you; can't remember the last time I went to a party.....
Another week, another Tory MP sex scandal!
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband Peter Murrell re-arrested over SNP finances.