*charges onto BCUK like a deranged dervish*
*a dervish with SOMETHING TO SAY, Goddamnit*
Hah!
I've got a HEADACHE.
That is all.
As you were.
Hmm. Pretty lame.
There MUST be something else to report, surely, after all this time?
Er.
Things are tough/boring/impossible at work. But with extra boring.
Things are quiet at home, which is cool.
No one I know has died in the past month, excellent news.
I still have an almost irresistible urge to ride a motorcycle down a lethal mountain track with the throttle full out.
But that would involve the humiliating process of having to learn how to ride a motorcycle.
And I'm just not prepared to allow myself to wear one of those stupid day-glo vests while some boring git teaches me how to de-clutch in traffic. On a 50cc moped? No chance.
I want to be taught by a truly dangerous drunk of a Hell's Angel whose total disregard for my safety is matched only by mine for his. On a 100,000-CC chopped Harley. VeeerrrrrrOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooom.
Aha! I used to rant about Broon, let's go...
Oh, what's the point? It's like shooting fish in a barrel now.
No fun.
How's things for you?
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