For some reason, I managed to do most of what I want to over the last two months or so anyway. For the record, that is:

• Pulled my finger out of my arse
• Washed my finger
• Started to exercise more and regain my fitness
• Did less hours at work
• Got a hot girlfriend

I was bored earlier, and started thinking about all the different people I've been told I look like (or, as I prefer to think of it, those who look like me) over the years. And there's quite a lot of them. In fact I'm pretty sure there's more that I've forgotten.

( List for you to laugh at. Includes Gary Neville. )

So, my third (turd) entry. I've still got nothing to say, but I feel like gloating ( Read more... )

So some people have been suggesting that my evenings on 'the pop' involve things ranging from mad ninja skills, through lampposts and other immovable objects, to tangling with buses.

( Well it turns out that they do )

And the answer is: because I was told to. Don't expect any dull stories about what I've been doing, or how I try to live my life like a soap opera. Do expect it never to get updated. Don't expect any 'humorous' or pseudo-intellectual musings or parodies. Do expect the odd 'hilarious' (crap and offensive) post in other people's entries. In ( Read more... )