Oh Sir Michael, Nowhere is safe from these patriots. A simple shopping trip to Glasgow last weekend had me dodging around flagpoles - not easy after a recent knee replacement. Shopping on line it is from now on. Save our High Streets - don’t think so!

Fake Jesus looks like Harry Kane

His feet remind me of Cindy dolls.

Oh Sir Michael, Lozza Gummigde may be standing as an “Aunt Sally” figure but that doesn’t mean we should desist from throwing metaphorical rotten tomatoes.

Scottish poet, Robert Burns, may not have been “scientifically” correct but he didn’t buy into that old rib story either. He clearly recognised woman’s natural superiority as a more expertly finished specimen! However, his treatment of women left a lot to desired.

Quite a contrast to the troops at trump’s birthday parade.

Oh Sir Michael, what a great idea! I loved that show.

She was stabbed in the back by her own cabinet while she was out of the country. The Poll Tax was her downfall.

Scottish poet Norman MacCaig’s poem about an encounter with a basking shark.

Oh Sir Michael, He doesn’t go shopping. He would need too much security which would make a dent in his 5millon pound security fund. He was doodling.

My boy Ollie often questions my decisions.

My boy helps me escape the madness in the world.

Oh Dir Michael, my dog is called Ollie but he isn’t a poodle.

Good afternoon from Scotland. This is Loch Tummel from the Queen’s view taken on Friday.

My Magyar Vizsla salutes Hungary’s new prime minister.

The picture of Earth from space should remind us all that we are on this planet together. We are all part of her fragile beauty and should be trying to live together in peace and harmony not finding excuses to hate and fight.

Oh Sir Michael, Aging hippy here with an aging hip so dancing is dangerous but I say, if you’re able, give it a twirl no matter the company.

Oh Sir Michael, I heard they were planning to camp out in Trafalgar Square, wrapped up in Union Jacks and singing Land of Hope and Glory. The pigeons got into quite a flap about.

Malcolm “Offend” otherwise know as Chunderbirds Are Go.

This was my boy as a puppy.

Oh Sir Michael, WB Yeats wrote a poem above it this:

The careless rich who expect their wealth will protect them from the consequences of their actions.

I prefer this one. Less dead wood.

Oh Sir Michael, I missed this! Had to take the dog along the beach in the wind and came back with a hairstyle much like BOJO’s. Did I miss much?

Oh Sir Michael, I do hope this song was on their play list because I think they should all shut up and go home.