Everyone heard the new Comic Relief song.? Dear me, what in hell were they thinking in that meeting when someone said “I know, lets take one of the most famous rap/rock combos in history and let a load of third rate women sing it. Girls Aloud sound bloody awful as usual but the Sugababes have totally let themselves down (as well they might since there is only one original member left and the other two have been replaced by two women who appear to have failed the auditions for Girls Aloud). Makes me cringe everytime it hits the radio. Mmmmnneeehhaaa.

Wednesday then. Snow on the way, not. It never snows in Weston and if it does more than ever before in living memory (and sticks, stays and lets me have a snowball fight) then I shall be recolouring my hair that vivid pink for DownLoad (BABY.!). Think I am reasonably safe in blonde.

What else has been going on.? Well I sent ANOTHER letter to the Mercury, re Dolphin Square. Watch your papers this Friday. The Sun manages to get hold of that top secret tape that the M.O.D said didn’t exist.

Oh I remember what I was going to rant about…

Mars have stopped their ads running aimed at 12 year old children and younger. They feel that the country is fat as fuck and they shouldn’t help it along anymore by shoving images of sugar laden treats in between the Tweenies and waving their wallets hello. But then again why should they do that.? How many parents sit there and go “There you are Anna, dinner. It is a balanced diet of vegetables, protein and vitamins, a little fat and salt, if you eat it all then you can have a treat maybe”.? Not many anymore it seems. Nowadays the phrase is “Kelli-Donna-Marie (yes all one person) here is some money from me giro to nip dahn Maccie D’s. Grab me a bottle of voddy and 20 Mayfair on the way home”.

I have said it before, but for the benefit of those dippy bastard people who don’t talk English properly (ie the Yanks) here it is once more…

Parents please take note. The world is not responsible for your chubby little 6 year old. I am sorry he is nearing 15 stone and cannot SEE his shoelaces let alone tie them. If you would only stop repeatedly inserting sugary gifts into his fat face he might not have a heart condition and be clinically obese. Why not try removing his pocket money and taking him on a lead for a run in the park. If he stamps his feet and has a tantrum, smack the little fuckers ass and tell him to stop being such a baby.

Alternatively you could always hire him out as a bouncy castle.

Well the doorbell rings over yonder, that’ll be the missus. Why not check back through the archives of this site if you are bored. There is always plenty to see and do (you can see my knob and do me if you like). Byeeee.!

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