Well if I did need motivation to write, which I don’t – two stories on the go at the moment, both nearly finished – I got it last night. Just when you thought it was safe to sit down, put your feet up and watch a bit of Telly with a cup of tea and a choccie biscuit – it’s back. Yes, Celebrity Big Brother started again last night - although I think that Channel Four should be prosecuted under the Trade Description Act – celebrity is pushing it a bit. Himself, I'm sad to say is over joyed by the start of a new ... er ... series, *yawn*, I’m just horrified.

I watched the first 15 minutes when Michael Jackson’s brother, Jermaine, some football’s girlfriend who exposed all in Playboy, Danielle Lloyd, and an old film director, Ken Russell, enter the house. It was blatantly obvious that each of them didn’t have a bloody clue who the other two were. I couldn’t take any more after that – the muse beckon – and it didn’t need to ask twice. Himself will be hooked on this now until it finishes. Mind you, keeps him quiet and out of trouble.

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It would appear that certain members of our staff are having a few problems with the new electrical fittings at work, mainly in the toilet.

It started late Tuesday afternoon when Sandy came back out of the loo complaining like mad, we’d put up with weeks of disruption from the electricians and they hadn’t even fixed the lights in there. She’d been sat in the dark. Simon wander in, tried the light, and it worked first time. Unfortunately our intrepid leader hadn’t bothered with the light switch on the wall – she’d just tried the old ‘disconnected’ pull cord instead. Yes, and to think we’d follow her into hell – bloody frightening isn’t it?

Yesterday, it was Dilys’s turn. The light was already on when she went in – she spent several minutes trying to turn it off. Yes, that right – with the disconnected pull cord. Now being a bit of a clever sod, I got Simon to do the obvious – cut the flipping thing off with some scissors. They’d have to look for a switch then.

Which of course they’d do - wouldn’t they? Nah…not his lot. Craig came out moaning like mad that some prat had cut the pull cord off. Even when he jumped up he couldn't quite reach it to turn the light on. Yes, the idiot had been in there jumping up and down like a demented kangaroo trying to reach what was left of the pull cord to turn the light on.

You don’t need to set this lot up to look foolish – they can manage it perfectly well all by themselves.