...Muskerhounds are always ready...

Four things that caused me to have a hysterical fit at work:

1. The dog had a strange and mysterious barking attack for no reason that seemed to surprise him as much as anyone else. That in itself is too much of a regular occurance to be amusing, but for some reason the barks were all of different pitch. I swear he actually barked the theme tune to 'Dogtanian and the Three Muskerhounds'. The bit where it goes 'One for all and all for one - Muskerhounds are always ready...'. Admittedly it tailed off a bit, but the 'one for all and all for one' part was as clear as crystal. Don't know the tune? Shame. Shame upon you.

2. In a donated 1950s horse story book there was a story called 'Too Hot for Spunky'. So many smartass comments. So little time.

3. Enid Blyton's hysterically named 'Gay storybook' opens with the exciting tale of 'Forgetful Fanny'. The mind boggles.

4. More 1950s oddly explicit literature continues with 'Kinky finds a clue'. Sadly we never find out if he lives up to his nickname, though in other stories, 'Fatty' (another glorious forray into non PC land for our beloved Ms Blyton) seems to have rather a penchant for ladies clothes as he 'disguises' himself as a woman no less than 3 times during the story. Oo er.