Did you read the one where Joe Black was too happy to complain? We had a Gratefulness Fest for such things as Cyanide & Happiness, the Russian sausage and MJB da MVP. Particularly fascinating was JB’s gratefulness for a loving girlfriend. It’s always nice to know someone ain’t tired of your crap. For then.
The two lovely ladies who took me for lunch, cos we went down to Strathaven for some sadza on Saturday afternoon. There’s nothing better than that mix of chicken, knuckle and pork bones to make you feel alive. And sleepy. I’m such a lucky bastard.
So Liverpool boss Rafa Benitez finally got his man, people 🙂 Despite street protests in the Spanish capital Madrid, we finally bagged their best striker…
Terror has once again gripped the United Kingdom; a wave of attacks has paralysed the nation and instilled a culture of fear among the peace-loving…
Find out just what people will submit to, and you have found out the
exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them;
and these will continue until they are resisted with either words or
blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the
endurance of those whom they oppress
It’s been a strange week, ladies and gentle-folk. For the first time in a long time, I actually have nothing to complain about!
It’s official – I am past my prime. You know you’re well past your sell by date when you intentionally leave the house with a book in your handbag as you head out to a club. The book being the back up plan to staving off boredeom an hour or so into proceedings because either…
It’s amazing what a little change can do. Like, since I got my locks back, albeit baby locks for now, it’s amazing how much play…
Dear Luke Watson – good first half bwoy,keep your head up. I know you were nervy on debut, don’t worry about that shitty second half you had, they’ll give you another game. You carried it up well and showed great handling in the first – you still the man.
I want to come home. And I don’t say this lightly. 4 odd years of wandering around in the wilderness more commonly known as the diaspora has brought home the reality that really, there is no place like home.
In light of the recent price increases and promise I made to someone very important to me, I have decided to go frozen chicken.
So I am currently in the process of selling my soul to the devil, whose present physical form is the credit card companies. The price of souls is overrated anyway, what with trying to keep mind and body together, souls are just excess baggage. And hey, if the Messianic head is valued at 30 pieces of silver, I could do a lot worse.