Inside the Whale

OK, so if you were going down our stairs, say from the attic (where I have to sleep when there are bloody annoying VISITORS using my bedroom) down to the front door, it would be just like being swallowed by something big, like a whale like that Joaner dude in the bible.

I see that's twice in two blogs that I've mentioned somebody in the bible, viz Jesus and Joaner. Don't get the idea I'm into all that stuff, but have you noticed how often they crop up in everyday conversation? Jesus is a constant presence in our house, my dad probably shouts his name more often than he shouts my mum's actually, often in the following grammatical construction: "Jesus + present participle verb + Christ!" When I was a kid I actually thought f...ing was Jesus's middle name, like mine is Jed.

Bet you thought Jed was my first name. As if I'd use my first name in a secret blog dissing my mum and dad's crap attempts at running a bed and breakfast. As if.