The drive to work this morning was one of those tedious drives which seems to last forever and usually starts the mind wandering. As I was bumbling along (old Landrovers bumble and bounce) a thought suddenly occurred to me – if you stare at a cats arse for 30 seconds and then look at a blank wall do you see a ghostly image of Anne Robinson. If you don’t have a willing pussy to hand, try it with the image below for a similar effect (with apologies to any Satanists reading).

If you are wondering where that thought originated, its from the Yorkshire vernacular “Gob like a cats arse” which is usually used to describe hardened old battle witches, spinsterly old postmistresses and, of course, Anne Robinson.

If you are not familiar with the concept of “gob like a cats arse” and wish to experiment, either look in a mirror after having eaten a full raw lemon, tell your aging aunt the joke about the bishop and the three Swedish hookers or watch Weakest Link for as long as you can bear.