I'm an ordinary working class bloke who's fallen ass backwards into some extraordinary situations time after time for 50 years. There's been times when I couldn't leave the house without something outrageous happening.
But, at 65, I thought things would calm down especially as I've taken a 'retirement job' in SW France.
Yet I've just had an email from a reality TV show asking if they can rent this place in May & June for a show which would require the appearance of the wonderful Mrs Smug and myself.
How does this stuff keep happening to a daft kid from a Durham pit village.
(Sorry if this doesn't make sense, strong drink has been taken.)
But, at 65, I thought things would calm down especially as I've taken a 'retirement job' in SW France.
Yet I've just had an email from a reality TV show asking if they can rent this place in May & June for a show which would require the appearance of the wonderful Mrs Smug and myself.
How does this stuff keep happening to a daft kid from a Durham pit village.
(Sorry if this doesn't make sense, strong drink has been taken.)



