mindfuck

Poor old Ian's been having examinational brainwank,
which is unfortunate.

Him being a twat, that is.

We've all had those mindfucky moments.
But what's a mind for, if not for fucking?

blue arsed fly

So so sorry y'all that there's been bugger all posting here, but one has been running around like a blue arsed fly, hasn't one? And one can't keep up with it all - Arsenal lost (thanks to their German keeper), Munster are European Champions (go on the People's Republic!) Ian takes the piss (in more ways than three) Dribbling Templeton can't hold down a job, or a decent tune, Esperanza has to swim accross rivers to escape her neighbours, Dave's throwing shrimps on the barbie while reading the Indo, Lutz is still a Cerdunt, Flo still needs a haircut and Finland have won the Eurovision. It's all too much for the like of little old one. Next post will be in three months when my arse is less blue...

Meanwhile wear lots of sunscreen