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Sleep well my friend. Sleep well. x

Happy New Year to all my friends.

x

Cunt.

Apt I feel.

Can't sleep!

Bah!

Date: June 1st 2007
Time: Late morning-ish.
Place: All Bar One, Birmingham.

I'm sat there chatting to Juzz, Row, Cap'n Nick, Ships Cook and Mrs F, discussing the events of the previous evening as well as a few other things you chat about when you meet someone for the first time when a couple walked in. A petite beautiful lady with a HUGE belly. Someone told me there was a baby in there and I was amazed she could eat a whole one as I'm a big tub of lard and can only manage half in one sitting! That was the delightful Sixpence. Walking in with her was Parsley Sage, the object of my affection Secret Santa.

He seemed to have an instant rapport with all the people at the table and made sure he chatted with each of us. Sketchweasel arrived and he took the time to introduce himself and Sixey and spent some time chatting with her as well.

We chatted about kids bringing my experience as a foster carer and his as a teacher and father into the conversation and generally a good time was had by all.

He and the Zeds began pointing out the spelling or grammar errors on the mafiss menu blackboard behind us and his intelligence glowed like a beacon but he didn't show a single ounce of arrogance about it, unlike myself who, as you all know, likes to ensure you know I'm better than you*.

I can honestly say Mr. Parsley Sage is a truly genuine and nice bloke. Since meeting him I've ensured his blog is one of the regulars I make an effort to read as it's often entertaining and heartfelt, funny and interesting, insane and silly.

Reading his profile tags it states he has a nice arse. Can't argue with that one! I'm intrigued as to the Tigger tag as I have Tigger tattoo'd on my back and would like to know more about the "give it to me hard big boy" tag!

All in all PS is a great guy and someone I feel honoured to have met!

Happy Christmas Parsley Sage, to you and Sixey and the entire family. Hope you have a good 'un young man.

*I'd like to make new (and regular viewers) aware that the comment "I'm better than you" is made as a joke - I felt I should say that before anyone decides to belittle the bloscars again!

What is the world coming to?

So it's bad enough that when the brains behind the movies decided to make the mockery that is the X-Men films (they really should have at least opened the cover page of an X-Men comic before making the film... well any comic would have helped to be honest!) they decided to make Wolverine such big character but they also made the situation worse by casting Huge Wankman in the aforementioned role.

Now, I know both the character and the actor may have a lot of fans and I'm sure you can see that I am not one of them. Very fucking far from it! Wankman bores me. His ideal acting partner is Sandra Bollocks as they both have very limited talents but to ruin an X-Men film by putting up as Wolverine was unforgivable.

So how do they add insult to injury and make things much much worse... by making yet another X-Men film and basing it around bloody Wolverine!

What about all the other excellent X-Men! Gambit, Nightcrawler, Colossus and Lady Deathstrike! Deathstrike should not have died in X2 but thankfully it's quite easy to bring her back. SO DO IT! She should have kicked Logan's arse in X2 - and could have!

What a complete pile of shite this new film is going to be. I'm not impressed. Not at all.

Headache still here

Lips dry and cracked.

Nose blocked.

Do I have a cold?

NO!

Mother thankfully got rid of the feather pillows that I can't sleep on as I'm allergic... but she forgot about the feather quilt.

Have been awake since 6.15am.

Blah!

So here we are sat in Shannon Airport, in Joe Sheridan's Bar to be precise, waiting to be called to our gate and there is a man staring at me.

He's the man at bar, not the big big freak on the right!

Hello people.

I'm sat at Shannon Airport at the Eircom Internet Station and thought I'd pay the 1EUR for 10 minutes of 'net time to blog a quick hello to you all.

Back in the UK (oh great!) tomorrow until the 29th and thankfully everywhere I'll be either has a wireless connection... or at the very least a dial-up modem!

TTFN x

And with that... I'm orf. Going to do stuff...

Oh and just for Molty...

Cock juggling thunder cunt!

See, it's me!

Hello everyone.

This will be a short blog entry.

I'm still alive. Still about but sadly still do not have internet access at home. I don't mind so much as it means Im' getting loads done. I've come over to Helen & MJ's tonight to use the internet and have found I have so many emails that Growl hasn't stopped and I've been online for 20 minutes!

The house is spectacular. Would love some of you to come over and see it. Text/email me if you want to.

Right, orf now. Missing you all.

x