Having thought better of it I’ve decided to heavily edit this post. Mostly because someone could have got a link to my blog from elsewhere.

Today I finished work at 3pm and I have the next 3 days off during which time John, Colley and Andy will be down for tarot and drinking.

In addition to that I’ve almost finalised plans for Japan trip mkIII which will include my first time in Tokyo and my first time staying at a Ryokan on Miyajima Island (An island where it’s illegal to die or be born) not to mention the obvious awsomeness of seeing the Williamses.

As if this wasn’t enough I was given £30 as a reward for being super awsome at work.

Oh, and my flat mate has ordered Modern Warfare II which should arrive tomorrow just in time for him to bring it home and then leave for Wakefield until Tuesday.

In slightly worse news I’ve become addicted to deviantART. I can happily spend hours at a time typing in random keywords and adding the results to my screensaver.

Hope you all are in good health, Beach

So…. it seems I’m drunk. Who’d have thought? Anywho I don’t really know what I’m saying. I guess nothing really. Unlike Matt Stone and Trey Parker, have you ever noticed how they’re always saying something. Seriously, South park is funny as fuck but its always got a point to make, just like that sodding Esop fellow and his goody two shoes (who in the fuck dosn’t have 2 shoes…..what the fuck) fables. Sooooo, it turns out I’m hungry as fuck but I’m worried that if I cook I’ll burn the house down. On the other hand my good buddy Rak Dogg is cooking chicken burgers and damn do they smell good. I may have to risk it.

It seems that when smashed I don’t use punctuation so have a new paragraph you mother! Soooo.. I’m going to cook salmon fishcakes and steal some of my good buddy Rak Dogg’s bread in order to convert it into a fully functioning sand witch. man is it difficult to type when you’re so drunk you keep hitting the wrong keys but you’re such a perfectionist you can’t let a spelling mistake go >_<

Food time, must fly

Alow me to bring to order this not quite annual genral meeting of the surviving members of the PGGC (est. 1802).

I’ve always felt that it’s best to keep these things brief.