Thoughts from the last few days:

You know you’re in a posh pub when someone’s graffiti’d “ennui” on the toilet door.

You know you’re watching a posh TV interview when they use the word “inveigle” at 8.24 in the morning.

According to Judge Judy there is someone out there called “Felisha Cherry.” As long as I know this, I can never be sad.

And last but not least:

Why did no one tell me I’ve been walking round with a tomato soup moustache?