It was Monday night when I truly appreciated the fact that I'm utterly free; I needed to get into a tin of new potatoes but couldn't find the tin opener. There I was, squatting on the kitchen floor in a pair of ragged old underpants and socks, hammer and chisel in hand, battering four bales of fuck out of a tin that appeared to be made of Fort Knox. Very much like an evolving chimp who's just found out you can get the meat out by battering the carcass with a big rock. As the tears of frustration rolled down my face, I started cackling to myself; freedom is going nekkid in your flat in underpants with a hole in the arse!
Spent this morning cleaning this gaff up. I've got Kim, a web mate who I've chatted to for nigh on 4 years but never met coming to stay over on Saturday, and I'm really looking forward to it. We're off out on a serious bender around SkegVegas. So, quick clean up around the place; I opened the fridge and rediscovered the chicken breasts I bought the week after christmas, slowly degenerating in a stew of rotting juices. Shows how often I go in my fridge; I nearly passed out on the spot, followed by retching noises as I swabbed it down with bleach. Absolutely feckin' gopping.
Had a good natter with my bro over skype, perfect sound quality and no delay; I was half expecting the equivalent of talking to Joey Deacon on Mars. Really good to hear him, he's off for his driver testing (-28 outside, snow on the ground and driving on the wrong side).
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hey matey,loving the blog site! thanks for the compliment bout my dad,he is a top bloke! well i shouldnt think it'll be too long before i get used to canada.it's great although very cold!!!! well anyways,take care matey and by the way,u know me and james will be there no matter what,ok? take care honey,speak soon xx
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