How some a simple exercise turn into such a mammoth task?
You start off with a failry organised room, and hours later you have a stack of books, magazines and DVDs about a mile high wondering where they came from - and if there were there before you started tidying, how come there's no space to put them anywhere?
I mean, they must have been somewhere, coz I piled then up as I was tidying - but there's no space to put them back to. It's a bit like defrosting the freezer - you take all the contents out of the half empty freezer.
Then you desfrost it.
Now you come to put the frozen stuff back - but there's no longer enough room for it all!
I think I must be plagued by them 'anomalies' wot are in Primeval, but instead of lobbing beasties through, there's some dimensional shambler tossing fish fingers and Stephen King novels through!
And if I got anomalies now, can I get some trollop to prance out the house in her pants if I buy a lizard and glue some fairy wings on it?
Shudda known, shudda cared
Shudda ponced around the kitchen in me underwear
Acting like a Lady
You should have made me...
...see, this is what comes of waiting for a movie to start at The Hollywood - bloody Girls O'Lard greatest tits on incessant repeat. I'll stand by you, and as there doesn't seem to be anyone around, jump for my love, Jumping on me tutu coz you can't mistake my biology as the beat goes round and around, feeding my fantasy (give me some chips for tea, and I'm fine).. .
Gaaaaaaaah!
