Hump day is nearly over.
And I've only got eleven hours and a bit.
It's only Wednesday and I have already put around £120 worth of petrol in my car.
Do you remember when the TV stations used to go off at eleven o'clock? When the National Anthem was played and then the test card came on? And there were only three channels. I can remember when Channel 4 started. Now we have about 3 mililion channels and, most of the time, absolute crap. I'm currently watching a programme about estate agents. What a crock of shit.
Me capsaicin crystals haven't arrived yet, but I have had an email from them saying that "due to the high level of demand" they have run out of stock, but should have more in the next week or two. For something that is supposed to be illegal to sell after the end of January this year, they are still doing a good job of advertising it on their website.
I bet gypsies don't pay so much tax, they probably have a special gypsy tax. I wonder if any of them pay it? Probably, some of them at least.
I was asked a question the other day, and the question was; "Who would win in a fight, a Lion or a Tiger?" Well, as this is the sort of question that keeps my mind occupied for
And what with Twatter and Farcebook and all the other t'interweb social website things, it wouldn't be too hard to organise a bloody good flame-up. So I stick by my guns, a Lion would whup the arse of the Tiger, not necessarily with ease, but it would whup it all the same.
I can comfortably say that without fear of ridicule, because can you prove me wrong?
If you are having a Tiger/Lion flame-up any time soon, please let me know.............