You know those cheesy scifi conventions where people dress up as Klingons to stand in line for overpriced autographs from C-list has-been actors? Well, I've never been to one despite the fact that I'm a big nerd (and despite writing a story on the subject).

But this weekend I will not only be attending a scifi convention, I'll be an exhibitor. No, really.

I will not, however, be dressing as a Klingon.

My wife's boobs have become jugs.

She's always had a sweet rack, but her bosom has become especially scrumptious now that it's in the dairy bar business. It's like a temporary breast augmentation without silicone, and I admit that the change speaks to me on a basic level.

Today's TPD diary is an extra special hour long James blunt special! WOW!

Send a message to James blunt (who I am reliably informed always reads this blog) tiebreak: You're blank - it's true*

* and in answer to ambrosen from a little while ago..... yes sometimes.