I really love Christmas, so influenced by the events of the past couple of days (slightly!), this is my annual missive to Santa!
"Dear Santa,
For Christmas this year, I'd like anyone who deliberately splashes pedestrians in cars in nearly freezing weather conditions to suffer a fiery car crash death!
I've been a really good boy this year, thank you!
Lots of love! Jeff (aged 31 and a half)"
Do you reckon he can manage to fix that one for me?! We'll see on Christmas morn'!
P.S. Toni bought a 'Jawbone UP' the other day. If like me when she announced this, you are wondering what the fucking hell one is, here's a link:
http://www.currys.co.uk/gbuk/home-appliances/health-beauty/massage-and-well-being/fitness-equipment/jawbone-up-activity-tracker-large-red-10005725-pdt.html?gclid=CK-eueOjv8ICFTLJtAodBG4AKQ&srcid=198&cmpid=ppc~gg~~~Exact&mctag=gg_goog_7904&s_kwcid=AL!3391!3!54747248539!!!g!61840407113!&ef_id=VAOZnAAAARwcVAtG:20141212004724:s Apart from its' jawdroppingly (geddit!) bad name, it's basically a machine that tells me that I walk around a lot and that my sleep is pretty fucked up!
It doesn't say: "JEFF!" TURN OFF THE COMPUTER! ONE MORE SONG WILL TURN INTO 2 MORE HOURS OF PISSING ABOUT ONLINE!" to help avoid that though, that would be wonderful! Maybe in the future, eh?!
Speaking of which, goodnight from me!