by
Old-Nick
@ 2008-05-22 - 14:46:45
It’s all rubbish really innit?
Life, the universe, toast, cranes, wallpaper, Geese on stilts, Reality TV, sun dried tomatoes, political stuff, Health and safety, cheese in a can.
All mental.
As you can tell I am a touch with the nothings that I want to do mode.
So I am sat sitting here wide awake and typing whatever comes into my brain.
At one point today I was going to blog a post about the two alcoholic brothers I used to be in a band with, I was going to tell you that I had seen Professor Robert “I film young children but not in a bad way” Winston walking past our office in a white Linen suite and straw fedora, but fuck him – he never mentions me in his blog.
This ability to touch type can be a curse you know. Well obviously you do now because I am sitting here typing away any bit of drivel that pops into my head and laying it before your highly disinterested eyes.
Mind you, it makes me look busy (except that every one knows I can’t be doing any work because I am not swearing) and keeps my bendy fingers in tip top supple trim.
Oh cobblers to this, I think I need a FISH SAMMICH!
(look, soy has her bikkits, I have my fish sammiches )
I may also go and make a cup of instant coffee with four teaspoons of said go powder in it and see if my brain runs out through my nose.
Thank you, that is all.
Please go about the rest of your afternoon.
