Jeffman returns and another Christmas has come and gone. One that was just as crap as anticipated.

You see, anyone that knows me personally or reads this rubbish with something bordering on insane regularity, will already have made an assessment in their minds that I am the cut of cove who has a very low tolerance towards fellow idiots, the greedy, politicians (not mutually exclusive of each other, by any means), so-called celebs and… well let’s just say 99.9% of the human race.

But this painfully low tolerance threshold isn’t just reserved to his fellow man. It would seem to stretch also to whatever dose of lurgy is presently doing the rounds.

This Christmas, in what has become something of a festive tradition at chez Mann, your host was struck down with a vicious wee bastard of a virus that I have since found out has reduced the Great British nation to what could be a ropey outtake from the remake of George Romero’s Dawn Of The Dead. Albeit one involving a great deal more snot, phlegm, and a continual interchanging of feversh sweats and ice-cold shivers.

Tickled your fancy? Read on…

This week I was going to put up ‘Sweet Talkin Woman’ by the Electric Light Orchestra, but due to a recent saturation of ELO and related groups within the musical interlude, I’ve decided to put it off for another week or so.

Instead, we have another of Jeffman’s many favourites, The Bonzo Dog Doodah Band.

Yes, you read that right.

Tickled your fancy? Read on…

The jaunty and considerably pert Eve over at That’s Funny Because recently collared me in one of those ‘7 Things you didn’t know about Me’ posts that seem to be quite popular with those who’ve got ready access to the internet.

Being the miserable old bark that I am, I’d usually have no truck with such things, but seeing as Eve seems intent on making me her next husband, obviously for my considerable good looks, I thought it best to keep her sweet.

So here it goes. Seven things you probably didn’t need to know about Jeffman:

Tickled your fancy? Read on…