Yesterday I toddled off on a jaunty saunter down to London (well, it would have been even jollier if Midland Mainline were able to display even the slightest hint of competence).
As always (just ‘cos it’s something I always do), I headed off to Waterstone’s Picadilly. And who should follow me through the front doors? None other than everyone’s favourite convicted perjurer. Baron Archer of Weston-super-Mare was launching his new “novel”, a fictional retelling of the events of the New Testament according to Judas Iscariot, and was doing a short signing and television interviews in the store.
I’ve spent the last 24 hours trying to work out a joke about Archer, the Bible, and Judas… but I thinkthat pretty much it doesn’t need anything doing to it..
