Busted
Ha! No, not a musical reference (which would have been tenuous anyway becuse they ******* weren’t) but rather the state of my shower. I’d like to say my mammoth strength caused the unit to be ripped away from the wall effortlessly, or that I’d been shagging a supermodel in it and accidentally smashed the front panel with her head. But I can’t. Even though they’d make better posts.
Basically, the pull switch from the ceiling has fritzed. I bought a new one, swapped it over (with some struggle – 50 Amp cabling’s bloody tough stuff to bend) and then proceeded to knacker the plastic box that the switch screws to because it wouldn’t go on at the right angle.
Back to B&Q in the morning for one of those. In the meantime I have some very impressive wiring hanging from a hole in the ceiling. The good bit is that when I was removing the switch to get the box off I’d forgotten to trip the fuse downstairs.
Close one…
What kept you?
I am pissed off that this selfish sod waited so long. Why couldn’t you have done this years go before you split up and ****** off? It would have saved everyone else so much suffering.
Live 8
Well, first off Bob Geldof became the second person in two days to swear on live TV/radio (Ferdinand Jr was “*******” impressed with West Ham’s win yesterday). Oh, and he was harping on about this new Live 8 thing in summer.
Frankly, I’m disappointed. Five gigs in five cities. Paris get Jamiroquai. Philidelphia get Will Smith, Bon Jovi, Stevie Wonder and Maroon 5. Who do we get? Paul ******* McCartney, Robbie pissing Williams, Elton poufing John, Madonna passed-it-years-ago Madonna and Coldplay. Or Travis. I can’t remember. They’re both the ******* same. And Franz Ferdinand saying they’ll so a Scottish gig. If one’s announced. Why doesn’t Michael Jackson just say he’ll do one in Lapland if they decide to do one there? There’s as much chance.
But do you know what’s even worse? Much much worse? The ******* Spice Girls are likely to reform for the gig. For ****’s sake. **** OFF. YOU WERE WORSE THAN ANAL LEPROSY THE FIRST TIME YOU PATHETIC, TALENTLESS, WRINKLED HAGS.
And I thought I was pissed off that everyone responsible for Big Brother hadn’t been coated in lime and buried in a pit.
Oh, and while I’m at it – great idea on trying to get a million people to march on Edinburgh during the G8 conference, Bob. You ******* idiot. The poor police up there are going to be stretched tighter than a 7 year-old’s hymen when Gary Glitter comes round for supper as it is, without you and your hippy ******* friends trying to get their bastard faces on television.
Now go have a shower, you scruffy old ****. At least yours probably works.

good evening was it?
think there must be a large vein in his forehead pulsing dangerously at the moment…
chill out mosh – takes up too much energy being sooo angry!!!
ps. I expect it’s just that time of the month
Oh god, the Spice Girls??
Someone, anyone, must pay.
Calm down…. You are digging yourself an early grave..
SFG – not my grave I’m digging. I’m tilling the soil by the patio ready for 5 talentless bitches and some new flagstones.
Babs – indeed they must. I have decided that if the ***** Girls play the concert then I’m never donating a penny to the poor again. I’m going to spend ever bit of cash I have on pointless luxury items and show them all to poor people and laugh. And it’ll all be those *******’ faults.
JJ – it is, you’re right. Time of month to change my contact lenses. Grr.
TOC – which evening in particular? Yesterday to start the rant? Oh, that was boiling all day since I read the news stories…
Well you obviously were not in the best of moods yesterday.
I am still, however, getting my head around the fact of there being 5 women who you would rather kill than shag. Surely you’d want to shag them first? Talentless and annoying maybe, but, well, female and breathing? (Hell, I think even I’d shag sporty…)
If I was gonna shag one of them it’d be… erm… no. No, I couldn’t. On principle I just couldn’t. And even if I could, it’d not be sporty. What a ******* minger. At least Ging had decent tits. After the operation.