My Brother Jake

We headed down town for a swifty. He insisted that he put on his swanky new glasses for a photo. They're fekkin reading glasses, I said, why would you be wearing them when you're looking out for the bus coming? He'd have none of it.
It was either that or his new boots. He's worse than Cameron on the phone to Obama.
But what a gorgeous day it was! And news is that the programme has 'gone red'. Six months late already. I'd happily sign off and come back in October, mind. Well, if it stays like this.