Junk mail/junk telly

Sick of junk mail dropping through your door? Then the story of a North Wales postie who landed in hot water for failing to deliver it should intrigue you when you see it in tomorrow's Daily Post (WEDNESDAY).
We'll also bring you the story of the lonely North Wales farmers looking for love (it involves cartons of milk, I'll say no more than that now).
There is a week every month when I seem to get stuck in meetings all over the place - so if you were wondering why the lazy devil hasn't been blogging it's because he was doing his best to get to Birmingham and back while high winds laid waste to the rail network.
I know it was very windy but the rail network was crumbling before the worst gusts had arrived - which meant a two hour journey down to Brum lasted the best part of four hours (including a half hour wait at Tamworth station, which has leapt into my top ten of "Bleakest Places I Have Been Stuck In".
The one big plus is that I had even more time to stare out of the train window pondering the big questions.
And after long and careful consideration I have concluded that the worst thing you can do Jade Goody is to pay her attention. You're just encouraging her so just ignore her.
And don't give her any more money to go on telly. Ever.