Sunday night and all is quiet on the Weston front.

Well it has been quite a weekend. Had a FANTASTIC night on Friday for various reasons. I was quite drunk thanks to hitting two more pubs than usual and drinking pints for longer as well. Not good. Oh and Hwang and Doc Robbins bought me shots and vodka and coke respectively. Even worse. But it was a bloody good night.

Last night I simply could not get drunk. Went through a lot of beer and THREE twister shots and an aftershock and felt nowt much at all.! Very odd. Got a lot of nice hugs due to various incidents that I will not dwell on but the rain and wind did make it a wild night for all the wrong reasons.! Today is DVD day (no not DVDA day, that would be physically impossible for me to take).

Anywho…

Something I have always wondered in Hobbits… the men will understand this most but bear with me ladies…

That first cubicle has always got… well as my boss at work would say “wheel spins” down the sides of the pan. The only thing that puzzles me is that the cubicle has no door. Hasn’t had one for a fair few months in fact. So who keeps leaving the bog looking like the light deck of HMS Invincible.??? I am not looking forward to the day when I wander drunkenly into the toilets and find a sweating twenty stone metal head, trews round ankles, dropping off half a kilo of arse fudge while grimacing heartily at anyone who happens to look in.!

One thing I was just been thinking about is the fact that Heather Mills has been receiving death threats since her split with Macca. She has added that she has not got enough money to pay for a bodyguard (and is now using her personal trainer as protection) as her joint account with Paul, ie not her money, has been frozen since they detached themselves from each other. Errr, the reason that the account was frozen was because Miss Mills took out ONE MILLION POUNDS over a month from it.! Now where in hell has all that gone.? May I suggest having a butchers at the jobseekers website and sorting yourself out with a little employment Heather.!

I have noted that you are disabled and would be happy to offer you a job as one of my till girls, so no heavy lifting for the starting wage of £5.35 (as you are over 21). Perhaps you would like to drop into the store and we can fill in an application form. Off to the European Union next week I see, to deliver a petition against the importation of dog and cat fur. Well that’s ok. Pick up an interail card and do it on the cheap. I assume that IS NOT how it will work though is it.? Despite your apparent lack of money I am sure you will be flying out first class and sipping champers all the way. Word of warning.. don’t drink too much. *insert obvious legless joke here*

Right ttfn you lot… More ranting and Bunny fun soon I am sure.!