Like my title for today.. a play on The Bitch Is Back obviously mutated with the Stitching Bastards theme…. never mind. You will get it one day.
Couldn’t be arsed to write a blog yesterday, getting lazy in my old age I suppose. I am almost 27 after all.!!
What’s on the board for today then… well, apparently the guy on the underground who found himself on the receiving end of 8 of the Metropolitan Police’s best bullets (actually it was 5 everywhere else I have read but for on the BBC). The reason he ran away.?? Problem with his Visa… I tell you, thats the last time I piss off MY credit card company.!!
The rainy season appears to have started again. Bloody typical. I am supposed to be camping it up this weekend. Hang on… that didn’t come out quite right. What I meant was, after the ball I am checking in to a little tented accomodation. I love the sound of rain on canvas (ok, nylon taffetta, but it doesn’t sound quite as romantic.! 
). And today, of course, the Red Arrows turned up but couldn’t do their full display because of the low cloud. Didn’t even bother whipping out my long one (OI.! Telephoto lens thank you… hmmmm actually, that too lol).
I had better take off my nail varnish I suppose. It has been on there since last Thursday but it is beginning to look as though some one has abraded my nails with a belt sander. Tch. Things I do to look beautiful (eh Thongy.?).
I still have a plentiful list of stuff to do for Friday. Gotta polish my shoes. Sort my shirt out, it needs ironing. Sure there is more. Better make a list.
Oh, and I have been offered a new job. 17K a year with travel expenses (its in Bridgy, the UK’s second worse town, the first.? Well it’s funny you should ask that… *shudder* “Roooooooar.!!” *sound of ripping clothes*)
“HULK wants RANT”.!!
Oh yes. Some one mentioned a documentary on my darling home town. The subject, well just Weston in general. And they filmed two girls going in to Senioritas, my worst pub nightmare (actually second worse if you include Yate’s Bar and Dragon Kiss, both joint first). When they went in they were both sober. Ish. In the next scene one of them was pissed as a fart, her bloke was being “ejected” from the chavvy place and she was hurling the sort of abuse that only comes from some bint in a topshop outfit after 18 bottles of VK Blue. Lovely people we have around here. Hope she fell out of the door of the taxi on the way home. While it was moving. Down the M5. With her boyfriend falling out at the next bend.
Anyway. I better put me clothes back on and stop turning green when I get annoyed.
More tomorrow.!! Woo hooooo.!