So busy, and narry a space to breathe, let alone blog!
But a quick recap afore backs to normal Tomorrow.
Friday - 80s night foregone in favour of post pub lock in. The Carly Camel. [Salted/Dry Roasted?] Nuts In A Bowl (or, more accurately, a boobmould). The Quimlashes in cider. The owls are now where they're seen, being betwizt Twin Peaks.
Saturday - Fanboy Judgement of the highest order! Followed by Country & Western punk. Pheremonaly attracting the ladies with curried chip breath. And then WhatACuntage with the cankles and the Pretties and the all-round fun timez.
Sunday - Londinium for manlycures of patriotic emblemation. Shopping Pretties in Quim-Of-Tarts Media Diva Diana Spencer backlit transparancies. And the über-amazeballs cripple-ympics closing ceremony! Marital discord as The Xym consumes Subway nommages, with biscuitty mediation.
Monday - Off to London, for the open-top parade... fuck. We's knackered! And the chihuahua has to come, and it's gonna be packed and shovey, and he'll get crushed as we gets our pickets pocketed and our arses felt up! Sod it - let's go to Shamensbury to get fanny magnets followed by an all-you-can-stuff-in-yer-great-fat-gob Pizza Hut Buffet confusatory situation, followed by a watch of El Parade on the tellybox. And looking at the tellybox, good job we stayed home! Knee deep in cuntfuckers watching dull lorries with people lazily waving, taking photos or stuffing their faces with sandwiches.
But the time for watching greedy athletes feeding their faces has passed. For now it's sibling recovery, and on to see Xym tarted up as a ChavThug in Sportswear, and a letching at a Mini-Vorderman in the Schuh shop! Then, back for zombie assaults, followed by a mental Japanese mooby man shoving teddy bears down his pants. Said cellar dweller turning out to be none other than Vir Cotto!
And with all that going on, and back to work today, chokka with meetings and now sneaking into the only 15 mins available for lunch...
...there's been...
[No, no, no]
No time for updates
[No, no, no]
No time to sit and type
[No, no, no]
No time for eating lunch
[No, no, no]
No Time To Blog
So, no blog today!
