Chasing unicorns down a tunnell…
Harriett can go make her own mistakes – I’m not gonna be the one to pick her up again. Fuck it…I’ve done all I can and that owning farmer cunt gets her? pffft…let him read this and come for me (like he’d dare – the pussy) (someone go behind and pick up the pieces of me please) — done and dusted — *offline for a while*
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Read MoreAlways a good read (check it out here), but here’s some highlights from this weeks issue (issue 464 so, being a geeky thing, it mentions the Amstrad CPC464 a lot: If Lord Sugar’s mum had named him Barry Alan Sugar and not Alan Michael then his company would have been the quite wonderful BASTRAD PLC Heh…funny 🙂 The CPC disk operating system was called Amsdos – a variation on the name of the more popular MSDOS. Should the 464 had lasted a few more years then maybe it could have run Amsdows. That’s quite scary… INTERESTING! PORNY BIRO ART – […]
Read MoreWhen my alarm went off, I decided to have a bit of a lie-in so I hit snooze (probably ‘cos I was texting Lisa until 1.15 this morning 😉 ). Anyway, got up, had a coffee and set off to work. Bearing in mind I work 2.5 miles away from my house, it usually takes 3-4 minutes. But not today. Oh no. Turns out a lorry fire in St Ives (12 miles away) had closed the A14, which meant all the traffic was coming down the A1, then heading east on the A428 (the road to work) resulting in total […]
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Read MoreSpurs lost got annihilated by Fulham in the FA Cup yesterday (I blame the twat of a referee for sending off Dawson…for what reason I have no idea). Anyway, I won loads of money so I’m happy 🙂 Plan for today: Get down the bank and put a large wad of £20 notes in my account (£400 worth to be exact 🙂 ) D997THKFV3F6
Read MoreAnother good Friday (that’d make a GREAT film name), spoke to Psycho Tony and made my point clear, drank the pub out of Stella, sent another text to Harriett declaring my undying love etc. then came home and opened a bottle of red wine. The travesty is, having risen from my pit, I noticed I’d not finished the bottle (my dad would’ve given me so much stick for that – it’s just not the Bennett/French way) so, glass of cheeky Merlot for pre-breakfast, then quick bath and down to the Gash for brekkie. As an aside: you know you were […]
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