I'm your number one fan.
Went to Belper today, that was fun. Have you ever been to Belper? If you haven't then you aint exactly missing much. I'm sure I even saw a
Still the sun was out. The ducks were loving it, floating around in the shit and rubbish infested river type thing. I don't actually know if there is any shit in it, but there might be.
The office I was in was on the third floor of a derelict looking building. A big one, right in
I was told I should write more blogs too. IT AINT FUCKING EASY YOU KNOW!!!
You know who you are, this is hard work you know, thinking up interesting and witty things to write about.
Anyways, I think I have a new fan. One who has a baby with perfectly formed feet. And hands. And a huge dummy. And a bright green bogey.
Fuck me, she's got Eastenders on. Not my new found fan but Liz. Although new found fan might do too, I'll have to ask sometime, if I remember. What a crock of shit.
Fuck me twice. Again. It aint even s'tenders, it's Corrie. I thought the accents were all wrong. It's still shite though.
On the way back from Belper there was a slight traffic jam on the A38. I was about 2 miles away from the M1 when I hit traffic. Well not 'hit', but you know what I mean. I was stuck there for ages and when I got to the roundabout the fucking sliproad was shut. Fuck me lightly, some prick had only gone and crashed his bastard car into a sign so not only did they have to move the car but they had to fix the sign as well. Hope the fucker was hurt. No, I don't mean hurt, I mean injured. No I don't, I mean I hope their pride was dented. Or something like that, the bastard.
So anyway,I had to go about 4000 miles out my way, got home about two hours later than I should have done. Still, it was nice and cool in my black car. Fuck knows how women in Burkas cope.............