Don't Feed the Pixies has done me the great honour of finding this blog a worthy recipient of this much coveted award.
Let me first of all tell you that I couldn't have done it without my producer, my sound recordist, my aunt Molly and uncle Bert, my ..., oh, this isn't the Oscars, is it.
Still, believe me when I tell you that I am weeping tears of gratitude.
Now, about that list of things I love: how about pet gripes instead ?
Here are my seven:
Counting your blessings,
Men who hog the remote,
The fact that chocolate makes you fat,
Celandines and Welsh poppies (both these thugs hide their evil intent under a pretty
Mobile phone users on trains/buses, who ring home to say that they're on