If you care to imagine Bill Oddie scrambling up a set of ladders in order to rescue sparrows trapped beneath the ramparts of the Madeley home, then you’d have an idea of the events of yesterday afternoon and why I’m writing such a short post this lunchtime. The sparrows seemed to hold the key to my broadband connection. Since their removal, I’ve had no internet and have been forced to a cafe in the city from where I’m posting this. It’s a sobering experience for a man of my celebrity.
Until Fry can come around later today (he’s very busy, at the moment, recording voice overs), I’ll be off the radar. He suspects that the sparrows were acting as some kind of free flying booster units to my wireless connection and thinks there may well be a fortune to be made in this discovery. I’m not so sure but I can only ask you to bear with me.
Normal service will resume shortly with a particularly galling account of my Sunday spent with Jeremy Clarkson. In the meantime, I’m off to do some Christmas shopping.