Ashen Faced and Poking

Ahhhhh, sausages in gravy. Resting comfortably, they are. :D .

Today, Matthew, I have been Duty Manager. Holder of power, wearer of special badge and pincher of arses (ok that last bit I don’t do for fear of a lawsuit but I can think it can’t I.?). Was a pretty standard day otherwise, bus to work, work, go home from work, eat. Yes indeed, very normal.

My new CD’s have arrived, FONY, the band I saw and loved on Saturday, are the albums I have purchased. I shall review them very soon I am sure.

Just think, tomorrow is the middle of the week already. Doesn’t it fly by when you are having to read this old ghumpf everyday… just imagine having to write it.!

I am a little mislead with my thinkings today, randomness has crept in again thanks to my friend PVC who phoned me as I typed the first line. Throw me totally out of whack and has left me somewhat scrambled brain wise. If my cerebral(edited to correct spelling and to prevent people thinking I am a complete spaz – FB) cortex was a pile of bacon smoky, cooked until beautifully crispy… mmmmm… damn it, hungry again now lol) then the rest of my bonce would be stuffed full of a soft fluffy eggy mess.

Right enough of that, time to go do something else.

Oh and if you were the woman who was cycling down Milton Road on the way home from town earlier, the one with the bottom that was LITERALLY forcing cars to the opposite side of the road (while wearing lycra 8O), pleeeease go down the cycle track next time. It really was not pretty.!

2 Responses to “Ashen Faced and Poking”

  1. me says:

    its cerebral cortex :D i didnt do psychology 4 nothin lol

  2. me says:

    dnt change the things i whinge about! otherwise other ppl wnt b able2point and laff2! rofl

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