GRASS JAM: THE LAUNCH

In case you're wondering, Father Xmas' gifts to the boys yesterday were a Mouth Organ (Wilson) and a Kazoo (Byron).

Last night they practiced on them with great gusto, long into the early hours... which may account for the headache I'm experiencing this morning.

Now, however, they have other things on their minds, for today is the day Wilson has chosen to launch his Grass Jam product, with it's newly-designed label.

This new label apparently incorporates all the best features from the previous shortlist of designs, and W says it's so great that it would 'Make the Jam sell itself, even if it tasted terrible!'

This is good news, because the jam does, in fact, taste terrible...

The Bees have asked me to mention that their Uncle Zoltan disappeared without a trace ten months ago today, and they'd like you to keep an eye open for any sign of him.

In other news, W still hasn't heard from Ms Claudia...