THE YGL BOARD

It was a bit like a WI coffee morning with polite conversation and cage wrestling.  Yet, it all started off so politely, ha ha ha.  At first we afraid, we were petrified, none of us had clue about libel laws, and still don't, especially now 'ta'internet' has been unleashed.  In your face lawyers, and back to those fecking boring law books for you.  Apologies to Ronnie and Mandy, whose knowledge is probably now extinct and gathering dust alongside Dickens, but who tf knows what anymore?  And is it really worth spending decades of your life figuring out the small print?  Other than hacking off my own leg with a mini power saw, I can think of no worse way of spending my precious time.  Don't get me wrong, I think the old laws are great, especially those ones where you can't chase pheasants wearing lederhosen or heels, or whatever are great fun, and I have often been tempted to flaunt them just for the hell of it.  I haven't yet acquired a breadmaker along life's way, but just as soon as I do, I'm gonna bake bread on a Sunday morning, just to pee off any rampant anglo saxon ghosts who might be hovering. 

For myself, on the whole libel front, think I have found a get out clause.  I can plead lunacy, and I have a certificate to prove it!  Yes, yes, yes, thank you Doc, you have no idea what that means to me, 'I told you I was nuts' can be used in so many situations. I knew it would come in handy one day, and therefore have it hanging alongside my hard earned degree.  I like to think I am just at the far end of the whole measuring scale - that endearing phase when you can get away with most things on account of your ovaries, your galloping arthritis and your need to be never more than 30 seconds (tops) to the nearest lavatory.  Had to do an imaginary high five to the heavily pregnant Posh Spice last summer, for demanding a seat near the loo in Westminster Abbey and wearing skyscraper heels!  Now that is Posh!  You go girlfriend! 

Oooh, this is fun!