Well it is a bit wet out there.

In the garden that is, where I am popping for the odd cigarette.

And due to said wetness I have to look very carefully where I step being all bare of foot and all. And of course the very very small amount of alcomahol in my system makes it sooooo much easier.

Oh yes what was I talking about....

Slugs!

Not good things to stand on in bare feet. You not the slugs, the slugs wouldn't have bare feet as they don't erm, actually have feet as we know them. Cephalopods of course are just one big foot technically.....

where the fuck did THAT come from...

Never mind.

On with the motley!

Sorry, what is a blog again?

You know, the comment that both compliments you and insults you at the same time.

Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm bored.

Me?

Mine would be when a girlfriend said.

"The first time I saw you naked I didn't know whether to fuck you of feed you some chips"

Eh? Well thanks, I think.

(That was a long time ago by the way. Chips have been consumed since.)

Some song by some band on my mp3 came out with the crystal clear decloration

"None of my friends don't drive BMW's"

Eh? EH!

WELL DO THEY OR DON'T THEY YOU TWAT!

I am off to lunch to read some more of "The Toyminator" By Robert Rankin. Yes I study the classics, what of it?

The song “Superterrorizer” by Black Label Society starts with the wondrous but dumb line

“Like a suicidal doomsday machine”

EH?

A doomsday machine would not be suicidal as it is supposed to bring about doomsday and therefore end its own, and every other fuckers existence – not exactly how I would describe suicidal. Maybe said Doomsday machine is feeling suicidal because it has been told it will never bring about doomsday and therefore feels it has no purpose in life, who knows. The concept is not adequately explored in the song, as it just gets right on to the big de tuned riffs and mental guitar solos.

Like all good metal should.

The bloody air con is still going wapp-a-wapp-a-wappa

AND

the soding finance system has frozen so I have to re boot it

AND

it's too cold in here. Could be all that wapp-a-wapp-a-wappa bollocks

AND

I cant find a decent vid for "born with a tail" by the Supersuckers on youtube!

AND

no matter how many records I investigate the damn file seems to be just as big as it was

AND

I am going to get my nipples frozen off outside having a ciggie.

Well it just is OK?

Got my two sizes too large black nylon bomber jacket out of the wardrobe today and lost myself inside it. This orange lined thingy was purchased from one of them there stalls at Camden Lock, just behind Dingwalls, which is where I also got most of my fatigue/combat trousers from. They also sell things like handcuffs, gasmasks and pilots helmets. Yes, I know. Strange but fun.

Why am I all coated up? Well the bloody weather was supposed to be windy and cold and wet but typically for me, when I get round to changing from autumn to winter style clothing the weather gets better. It was quite warm out there this morning.

In other equally exciting news (stop yawning at the back!) The air-conditioning vent in the ceiling just behind me is making a “wap-a-wap-a-wap” noise and is driving everyone nuts! Thank god for MP3 players.

Looking forward to tonight as it will be big drinkies and home cooked meal stuffing in boat race activities at S&F’s tonight.

Hope you all have a great day. I feel in a rather good mood for some strange reason.

That better fucking last!