If I give you all a biscuit could I get away with another rant about Chris Moyles.? No. Bugger. Ok, well maybe I could just put it in ten words.
Pink Floyd. Moyles. Hate. Arrogant. Tosser. Face. Like. Bus. Depot.
Moving on to more normal things…
Someone was writing in the Weston and Worle News earlier, DEFENDING FirstBus.! “Defending?” I hear you cry (quietly in to your evening horlicks probably) yes, because apparently the fault of all their late buses is because of other road users. One day last week a friend of my father’s stood for an hour waiting for a bus that is supposed to run every ten minutes. This morning a sign appeared on the bus stop suggesting the service at that time might be withdrawn. It doesn’t state why though. I can assume it is through lack of passengers although they ARE there, the bus just doesn’t turn up. Retards.
Went out for a curry last night. Watched in amusement as Lisa tasted some of my surprisingly hot jalfrezi and almost cried like a child. Waiter thought it was hilarious too. Was supposed to see Lemony tonight but because of “stuff” she hasn’t appeared. Sigh.
I still feel anti-social and horrible. Not a happy bunny really. Haven’t been for a while. Not sure what it is. Maybe it is something to do with being ill, it did change me physically so why not mentally. Sure feels like it. Not been happy all year really. Although I did come close at DownLoad, maybe it was because I got away from Weston. Maybe I should do that.
I did appear!
And we both know what happened!
Isn’t this the night you dumped her??