Hello,
My house is still damp and freezing courtesy of Spiers Parnie. That is it. That is my life. Nothing funny to report at all, so I shall direct you elsewhere for fun.
1. If you happen to be in the Tesco Metro in Argyle St in Glasgow and chance upon a security guard with a Fife accent, call him a wank, then pretend to be grossly offended when he tackles you about it. If enough people do it he'll either resign, be sacked or have a nervous breakdown. The chief benefit of this is that I shall be able to do my shopping without being followed.
2. Read this by the peerless Charlie Brooker. I enjoyed reading it very much but must confess I'm baffled by it. I know this blog attracts a superior sort of reader. Could anyone advise me if Charlie's article is just genius gibberish or if I'm missing some deeper meaning.
3. There is an excellent post on A Mischief of Magpies about a very remarkable radish. If I were you I'd read it, in fact I'm off to read it again.
Cheerio
3 comments:
Definitely genius gibberish.
At the mecy of Spiers parnie are you? Nae luck. I had the misfortune to be in a property managed by them two years back. Born again Rachmans, if ever I met them. I used to have their number saved in my mobile under cunts.
Ah now it all becomes clear.
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