So, I've been mugged, I've come to the end of my thether with the flatmate and I'm currently drunk. I've not had a shag for ages. Methinks a big change is in order.

I've gone Google!

Roymondo has a googlepage. Don't get your hopes up though, it's just the same old same old.

I don't like it when the nadgers are sweaty. Right now the nadgers are sweaty. I don't like it.

I like cheese on toast with pepper sauce & basil.

Billabong Nightmares

Nothing whatsoever to do with billabongs. Or, indeed, nightmares. Largely unconnected to anything in fact.

I'll be taking no argument. Deal with it, or put the kettle on. The choice is yours.

He ate it!

Some people just won't listen! Anybody got the number for an ambulance? Preferably one with fluffy dice and a siren that plays 'Panic on the streets of London...'

On a lighter note: Oi, Italy, sort it out! You appear to have a bad loser that might, as yet, win. Do you really want a sore loser in charge?

Don't eat that!

No, really, don't eat it. It'd be a big mistake. Look, I know you're hungry but eating that would probably be the most unpleasant thing you've ever done. Trust me.

DO NOT EAT IT

Boo!


(Hi Lil)

One of these days I'll find a way to earn a living by combining brie with banjos. Until then I guess I'll spend my time munching scotch eggs.

On a lighter note: here's hoping Murdoch, sorry, Berlusconi lost.