McBland Makes Glo Proud

Alert.....Alert......Alert....... Here at the Horsehound Bungaloid this afternoon two most remarkable events occurred.
Firstly Ms Gloria Horsehound did something she's never done before and then felt something she's never felt before.
Firstly what she did.
She drank a glass of wine shoeless. Never in the history of mid-afternoon madness has the usually sober housewife done such a thing. Alone. The only time alcohol has ever wetted her lips in the afternoon was on a day out to Leigh-on Sea with a portly gentlemen.

The second stupendous event were the feelings. Feelings for the gangly schoolboyesque Murray. She, that's me, punched the air when the usually loathed Scot, Mr McBland was in spitting distance of knocking out Rodent Man. I found myself, much to my disbelief, collapsing under the weight of the flag, and so great was my love of Great Britain that I felt compelled to cheer for lanky Andy.

Are these two acts a sign of diminishing brain cells or are they the actions of an isolated housewife?

Maybe a little of both...