:: Next To Godliness ::

Today marked the unveiling of Michaelangelo's David, cleaned with distilled water and cellulose. What a coincidence then that the wires have been jammed with a spate of cleanliness-related stories:

Following Dr Rufus's revelations that medics might not always adhere to the strictest standards of hygiene (see his comments on my last post), I was alarmed to read of the perils of infectious doctors' ties. Why not go the whole hog and indulge in a Dirty Sanchez before performing mouth-to-mouth? Methinks the good doctor would rather I averted my attention from such matters and poured him a Dirty Martini...

And then there's the case of the Chinese businessman's fly vendetta. Reading this, I thought I was in for a weak punchline on the theme of a very old joke that also features in an old Mel Brooks movie.

No doubt he would find favour with those mop-wielding dragons, Kim and Aggie (personally I prefer the sound of Kath and Kim). But it seems no matter how hard you try, your home is full of deadly toxins. Ironically, many of them seem to emanate from those super-efficient cleaning products designed to ease the housewife's workload. Perhaps we're better off using old fashioned products, such as vinegar and Baking soda...

That reminds me - I'd better get on with cleaning the house before we move. On the day when the Chelsea Flower Show opened, I've got to clear our garden of weeds...