Adding to the line of tragic motorsport deaths… David Leslie…
I can’t believe it. The awesome tiny chance that he was aboard that plane that crashed in Kent along with Richard Lloyd, ex team boss of Audi, is mind boggling. It was a bad enough crash as it was, but as another driver who I have grown up being enthralled by dies, and in such awful circumstances, it pains me deep.
Shocking.
Well it is Friday night. I have company with a few John Smiths to enjoy a little later and my mind is also improved by the works night out tomorrow which will be very interesting indeed.
At the moment I am staring out the window at the lovely fluffy grey clouds as they pass by my house, blown by the wind. It doesn’t improve my mood. Nothing really helps that at the moment. Too many beers and fags this week…
…I’m changed though. Too much stuff has happened and it’s made me a different person. People don’t know me. They didn’t know me before, but they certainly won’t know me anymore. My life has become staid, boring and predictable and to be totally honest I am rather bored of that. I used to think I was exciting, a bit rock and roll, out every night no matter what… but look at me now.!!!
So this is it. A new bunny shall spew forth from the rotting leavings of the old one. I want to be exciting again. I want people to meet me and not see some clapped out, fever ravaged, lanky freak who never gets red eye and is a shadow of his former self.
Bunny is back… Right fucking back.
Is it really three weeks since I last updated my little weblog, here at Fluffy Bunny Towers.? Worryingly yes… doesn’t time fly when you are scoffing voles and throwing the less tasty bits to the wolves.
So Bunny is single again. No more needs to be said there apart from Shakira… Miss Beeney… I’m your playthings, come and tumble with me in my playgym of horn. Ahem.
Anywho…. hasn’t it been windy.! I think it’s because I have started drinking beer rather than lager on a night out. But surely lager is more gassy than beer so why do I end up farting my way through a Hobbits session when I haven’t had anything full of CO2, the world is simply all backwards.
Heather Mills has managed to squeeze almost £25million out of Paul McCartney. How in hell did that happen.?? She said she couldn’t live on any less than £125million… but this dopey cow had sod all before and now, between book deals, sobbing heartfelt bullshit on GMTV and newspaper exclusives she must be raking it in. She claims it is needed to prop her up… I assume she has lost her false leg then.
My boss has, via me, got her own Facebook account… well she WILL regret that I think, hehe.
Those home grown chillies are still growing slowly. Only one taker for the challenge so far.? Flea… hope your bottom survives.!!!
And this is a bank holiday weekend. I am off today, tomorrow and Sunday. Marvellous. Of course Sunday will be a late wake up as I am out Saturday night, but then again the Malaysian Grand Prix is on early so I WILL need to get up to watch that. Dammit.! What a race last weekend though.!!! Amazing. Lewis on top “drive off into the distance” form, Kimi totally brain farted but lucky enough to work out with one point because he was simply the last person to break down or crash.! Genius.
Well I am off to Sainsbury’s. Soup and salad for lunch, after I cook it of course. Byeeee.!!!
Oh and Happy Birthday to Rich and Mikey… My two fellow balding men (well with Hwang too of course).!