Why Boris Needs a Hedgehog

Spike, our pet hedgehog

Spike, our pet hedgehog

This week marks the beginning of my summer holiday. I have no gigs but I will be busy learning new songs, writing some new ones, and rehearsing old ones. I’ve also got couple of weeks of Spanish lessons lined up, a few singing lessons and some cooking classes. In between that I’ll be hitting golf balls, hitting the beach and tickling Spike, our hedgehog.

Spike has never complained about being overworked or anything else for that matter because he can’t talk. He just sleeps, eats worms, runs on his wheel and waits for us to tickle his belly for an hour before he goes to back to sleep. It’s not a bad life. Having your belly tickled is nice (I know, I paid for it once) but it’s just as nice to do the tickling. Imagine what a nicer world we’d live in if every politician was made to tickle a pet for half an hour a day. Trump would forget about his wall, Putin might actually smile, and with all that ticking to be done Boris would have no time for Brexit. And all because of one little hedgehog.

Hedgehog on the menu?

Hedgehog on the menu?

A friend recently sent me this pic of the menu on his Lufthansa flight. I’m told “Kirschen und Kaiter Hund” is German for “Cherries and Cold Dog” so quite how hedgehog got on the menu I have no idea.

This week’s Legends of Las Vegas ‘listen again’ features the life and music of Liza Minnelli. She once said, “Reality is something you rise above” which could be your mantra for these turbulent times. It’s available from wherever you normally get your podcasts or click here to listen now.