Ah, the joys of paper mache! Last night's Kids Club was all about letting them loose on big bowls of runny snot (aka wallpaper paste), and seeing just how much of their clothing they were able to cover in goo before the end of the session. In theory, they were making models of the world from newspaper strips and balloons, but in reality they were causing laundry headaches for their parents. I had a go myself, and immediately regressed to being an eight year old. It was wonderful.
Afterwards, I hot-footed it over to a cafe called Mina, for my friend Pete's birthday party. The cafe did Lebanese food which, if you're not familiar with it, is based on the following principles:
1) See meat.
2) Grill meat.
3) Serve meat.
I had the salad. (Served with lashings of side MEAT!)
It's finally happening, then. Channel 5 is biting the bullet and taking reality television as far as it can. They're going to do 'Birth Night Live'! The Royal College of Obstetricians has expressed concern that this might be 'a little intrusive'.
*slow hand clap*
I think I might tune in, but only so I can hear Gaby Logan say, "She's fully dilated! Lets go now live to Judith's cervix."
