Yesterday I went to the beauty salon to get my nails done. They have a waiting sofa with a big round ball cushion. I was scrunched up against the cushion (other ladies waiting too) and when the therapist called me for my appointment, I picked up the round cushion and walked towards her with it. She laughed and said 'You can leave that there'. Talk about losing the plot.
Does anyone have a middle name?
Farage’s furious clash with Times editor stuns figures close to him. This will not end well…



