Enjoy your nightmares, Honey, when you're resting your head

Ooo-er.

It might be the (very, very, very) welcome end of another stressful week, but it's also the day when everyone is supposed to beware ladders, opening umbrellas indoors and shoes upon the table, and look for that lucky black cat...

...Thank Disco (and Basement Jaxx) It's Friday (the Thirteenth)!

Basement Jaxx and Lisa Kekaula - Good Luck

Have a good weekend, dear reader - don't smash any mirrors!

You're so totally deluded

Black cats bring good luck, don't they?

I like weekends... The sun continues to shine across the UK (and temperatures look likely to soar again by Sunday); Trump is buggering off to Scotland, where one hopes he will shut his orange gob for a while while playing golf; there'll be sweaty hunks in tight shorts grunting away in South West London today as Rafel Nadal plays Novak Djokovich in the Wimbledon tennis semi-final; and the BBC Proms Season opens tonight (more of that later, no doubt). Life is good.

However, the superstitious among us are quaking - they need Basement Jaxx [who, to my eternal shame, I discover I have never featured on this blog before] to sort them out with a bit of Good Luck!

Basement Jaxx and Lisa Kekaula - Good Luck

Thank Disco it's Friday (the Thirteenth, again)!