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Hovis’ Friday Diary: The kingpin is back, while Barbie Boy is in the dog house -
Hovis’ Friday Diary: ‘I am more fed up than a republican at a Royal Garden Party’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Mother’s growl would have frozen the blood of the grouchiest of grizzly bears’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I came down with all 718kg of muscled equine perfection on her foot’
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Hovis’ Friday Diary: ‘I intend to sue the Royal Mail – and want to be paid out in polos’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Ditch Mr Flighty – come and ride the mighty’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The ultimate come back kid does it yet again – whereas mother not so much’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The woman has double standards as well as a double chin…’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I only spooked at two things – things that were real and things that were not
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Hovis’ Friday Diary: ‘Seems to me that a good dose of moody mare is needed…’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘when it comes to skills, mother is the children’s safety scissors equivalent of riding’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘My IQ is not rivalled by the mounting block’
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Hovis’ Friday Diary: ‘Why I should be called Sir Hovis of the Floofy Hooves…’
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Hovis’ Friday Diary: ‘You humans are such peculiar creatures’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: And people think I’m the high maintenance one…
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘plant then prance’, ‘jump and jiggle’ or ‘spin and sod off’?
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I chewed my lips and thought of England’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: the electric fence was waving about like an octopus at a rave
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I’m a medical miracle – not a lazy, work-shy layabout!
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Hovis’ Friday diary: maybe I have been going about things all wrong…
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Hovis’ Friday diary: apparently, I am ‘untrustworthy’ out hacking… -
Hovis’ Friday diary: all this ‘New Year, new me’ stuff is a waste of time
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘2021 has sucked harder than a turbo-charged Dyson’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: Happy Kissmuss one and all
