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MY FUCKING TAGS!

Every last one of them!

They're back!

You know, it's lucky I still have a file on my laptop (somewhere) with the address of bloscar winners in it as I think I owe someone I rather large thank you!

So Emily has gone and the nation cares not a jot! Not only could the dumb bitch not follow the rules where taking about evictions were concerned but she then opened her gob and utter the word nigger. Now, in her defence, I don't think she meant it offensively but I can appreciate why BB chucked her out. I do have to wonder though whether I'd have been chucked out for calling Carrole a dirty lezzer, which I do call the two dykes who live in our village. This, to me, is a term on endearment and they laugh about it. They call us the filthy queers. I don't get offended, I laugh.

I also have to question how BB would cope with my excessive use of the word cunt. Those of you at the mini-blog meet please tell me, do I use that word too much?

Can you imagine if there was a Big Brother house made of bloggers? I don't think I'd last long in there!

So we have Amanda, Carrole, Channelle, Charley, Laura, Lesley, Nicky, Sam, Shabnam, Tracey & Ziggy left and rather than evict Shabtwat tonight we're getting two more men. Ziggy won't be happy but I'm hoping that these two men are the only two allowed to nominate and the both nominate Ziggy. He's a useless lying twat who has had his 15 minutes of fame he blew it. Tough shit!

Bah!

I'm getting ranty... I can feel it brewing... I'm going to make a coffee, have a fag and calm down. I have a shit load of work to do and ten course to prepare and set dates for!

Arse!

When I was a ickle boy my mommy forced me to play the piano. Bored by only having one keyboard I moved on to the organ. For a birthday present one year I was told my gift was under the phone in the main hall, in the west wing, don't you know! So I ran downstairs, through the reception, sneaking the quick way through the staff kitchen and straight into the main hall and there was a HUGE Eminent Organ... sure enough with the phone sat on top of it.

I played and played until my fingers bled and the phantom had truly found his music of the night.

Now, jump forward a few years after that but still way before now. Confused yet?

Time had moved on and all that my organ was capable was now available in one small box made by Roland. There was no way I was getting rid of the organ but in the same light I wanted something that gave me a starburst sound or a flute that sounded like a flute and not a bontempi whistle. Don't get me wrong, my impressive organ was the ultimate at resembling a HUGE church pipe organ but it's flute and strings were something to be desired. The other problem was I no longer lived at the mans but had my little cottage in the grounds and there was no way this organ would get through the front door.

So, off I went shopping, down to Musical Exchanges in town and bought myself a lovely Roland keyboard and Pro-E to attach to it.

Sat in my lounge I was in heaven. The myraid of sounds was amazing but surprisingly enough I kept coming back to the piano sound, which for once actually sounded like a piano.

Back to the shops only this time I looked at pianos. "It's a lovely piece of furniture!" I said to myself, "and would look good in the hallway or dining room."

Suffice to say they were rather pricey so I didn't bother but I vowed to myself that one day I would buy a piano.

Now, I live with Brad, I have a shitty keyboard I never use because it is so shit and I still have no piano.

Until today.

I think Brad might actually kill me because it means having a HUGE move around of the furniture but I've just agreed to take a piano off my boss. Dependant on the price!

"Well it's in my mother's house but it's actually my sisters but I don't think she wants anything for it," she said.
"Well if can find the room I'll have it!" I said.

And then a few minutes later I followed it with...

"Actually bugger the room, I'll make room. I'll take it!"