So I'm back again to allegedly talk about the worlds strengths and weaknesses....and to give you a little insight into my complicated life!
This week many complications formed after a fantastic weekend spent partying and just having a good old laugh. I realised that money doesn't grow on trees - reinforcing my theory 'The best things in life are free'. This is true, except the so called fabulous free deals you think you're getting, then you read the small print!
I've spent the start of the week realising my hatred for 'Big Brother'. I cant stand 99% of reality tv shows as some of you know. Then again I've watched a tiny bit of the 'X-factor' this series....maybe even cracked a smile once or twice. But I havent shed a tear! After the 50th sob story it wears a bit thin. The coldplay music kicks in and people are almost in floods of tears because their dog passed away two christmases ago. I mean come on, get a grip, we dont life in a perfect world and shit happens everyday. Yeah you can forward your hate mail to my email. Think its russellbrand@.....oh dear, I'm getting old, cant remember everything you know :P
Anyway yeah, Big Brother hatred. This week my house is the Big Brother house. Yes we even have a geordie on the tannoy talking about everything we say or do. I live with a bunch of tossers, have very little to do....and some guy downstairs plays guitar. Hmmm, I hear you say. You all thought the Big Brother house was a bungalow! Not the case....yeah, this is my house.
Anyway the point I am trying to prove (as per usual I have drifted off course) is the fact that my household is run by tosser parents. I'm sure plenty of you know them and cant understand why I'm saying this. But come on, Big Brother house comparison!? It's time to move.....
If anyone loves my company to the point where they fancy taking me under their wing....just let me know :)
The weekend was great, Halloween was a success and Lewis Hamilton won the Formula 1 drivers world championship! I mean come on, the last time a Brazillian got fucked over that badly by a Britain was Stockwell Underground Station! My fabulous sense of humour is still with us....and thank the lord so is Bill Withers! Aaah, what a lovely day :)
Not a great lot else to chat about this week chaps other than the Russell Brand and Jonathon Woss (yes I meant the Woss, bloody tosser) incident.....But that has been over hyped to death in the media. So for once on that bombshell, to quote Jeremy Clarkson, "Thankyou and goodnight!"
Yeah, Top Gear is back! About time too, Charlie Boorman is no replacement for the dynamic trio of the Top Gear team!
Take care as usual, have a good bonfire night. Yes i'll still be here, contemplating life :)
The Davros....
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