The 1841 UK census has just been released. You can check whether your house was built on the grounds of a demolished stately home, lavender fields or just an old swamp in Kennington.
What better start to the day if you're 80, than a slap up Big Boy's Breakfast down a local greasy spoon. Our man with a dirty towel over his arm spots Her Majesty tucking into some English fayre.
Do you know how many times you look at your watch? It's only when you haven't got one you realise. Also, did you know you have a pulse in youur wrist? And who's phone number is that on the palm of my hand?
The UK is soon to reintroduce many thought-to-be extinct animals back into the wild. Soon you'll be cycling through your park only to be attacked by herds of dodoes. And this time they'll be angry.
The cafe down my street has failed to make it into the World's 50 best restaurants. And this on a day when cockneys are becoming a thing of the past. Lord love a duck.
The Nazi uniform has been discarded and a new thong put in its place. Britian's answer to The Simpsons steps out again. This time it's in Slough. John Betjemen would have been horrified.
Happy birthday, as Stevie Wonder once sung. A self-indulgant blog today. Make the most of it - tomorrow normal service will be restored. Actually, it depends how you're defining the word "normal"