Bloody Bloody Bloody!
Having no friends desirous of my company for Saturday Night pant swinging, I made the mistake of solacing myself with the Denizens of Roysten Vasey followed by a journey into the fifth dimension beyond which is
known to man.
Unfortunately, all night screenings do put The Tiredness upon thee.
All very well being hoisted by my own pet toad (we don't say the F word here) and indulging in metaphysical mystical meanderings, but it meant a slight dozing off in the early hours with an awakeing beyond teatime!
Which gives me a lack of bloglature to draw upon.
So a quick rinse around the key areas, and it's off to The Black Whores to come 4th in The Quiz.
But alas, alack, prizes for 4th place have been withdrawn.
Mayhap we can do better than 4th place.
Oh, we came 4th,
C'est La Vie, as the lovely B*Witched once put it.
And who wouldn't want to put it into B*Witched?
Uh-oh! I'll show 'em mine of they show me theirs!
Or something.
