Today, I would bore you with tales of City Centre Elvis Wars, and superhero claims payout avoidance from companies inserting Formicidæ up yer Japsæ to weak weewengay upon enemies in onanistic cumuppance.
But you know what?
I can't be jiggered!
The sun is all out, and I'm stuck indoors feeling poo.
Well, not literally feeling poo. I'm not sat at my workstation kneading fæces, moulding turds and generally shaping shit with me mitts. I feel poo in the "Bleurgh, I feel like crap" feeling poo. Not feeling like a crap. Actually... back in a minute...
...phew, that's better. Better out than in, I say. And I'd also quantify that saying by additionally saying that the better out os better stay out for 10 minutes if I were you.
or summat.
It looks all lovely and warm out there, and it's a slow afternoon at work. Outside, there are Pretties in light airy dresses, pelmet skirts and halter tops. In here, it's middle aged blokes - and the Pretties down the corridor seem not to be venturing down this end of the office.
I'm all a-shiver, sore of throat and thick of head. And I need to be well for tomorrow, for the Exile and the wearing of the impractically tall hat.
So, no blog today.
Which is a shame, for I had much to entertain thee with regarding Puppet man competitive interlopers, and the duelling vocals, with added Puppet vs Corpulent Troll Harridan accompanyment. And then the Pee-Pee VC clad sidekick. Not to mention the jizz ants.
Which I just have. Although I still hasn't seen the movie, but it ties in nicely with the pee pee P of Oxo).
Oh well, you'll just have to do without a blog today.
Sorry 'bout that!
