Been one of those weeks has it not.?

Monday, the terrible fire on the Grand Pier, I won’t dwell on this because there is very little new to add to the story, but suffice to say, standing there unable to put into words how I felt watching something that had been a part of my life for thirty years odd burning like that was one of the most heartbreaking moments ever. I am still totally gutted.

So what else have we had to cheer me up… well apart from Chili, not much. Oh apart from last Saturday night. Hwang was sadly unable to join us but Chili, Tokyo and Husky along with Alex (sorry dude, you are male and so don’t get a nickname) headed to the London then the Cabot for a well overdue night out. I had some money left from not going to the wedding the night before (sadly, due to the world’s worst headache ever.!) and having just about cleared my head I let what is left of my hair down.

The long and the short of it is… well both myself and Chili ended up at some point, passing out on my bathroom floor… NOT at the same time though bizarrely.! I stopped throwing up the next day about 1pm and Chili ate her pizza from the day before while I was only about to manage a solitary biscuit before six in the evening.! But was it worth it.? Of course. Was amazing to see Husky again and met up with quite a few other people in Cabot and enjoyed it a LOT. Next time Pouty is coming too.. and Hwang I hope.!

As for today, well it has NOT been a good one. Arguements here and there, wanting to physically assault one person, customers who appear to have been bred behind a barn, in Bosnia, in the middle of the war. A woman who had no redeeming features about her, her sweaty hubby or the goodness-awful offspring that dropped out of her smelly yellow vagina whatsoever. Skinflint people wanting a £3 refund on something or other (for fuck’s sake people) and the sort of iffy Cockneys that you generally only see when there is a large robbery on The Bill.!

I am so fucking low right now and I am so glad to have Chili keeping me sane… along with a reactivated EVE Online account and plenty of tea. If ANYONE has a decent job with good security and more money than the fucking shit I get at the moment that is appliable for then PLEASE tell me. Otherwise one day soon you will see me on a camera on BBC TV under a blanket having murder 18 Scousers/Brummies/Londoners with a picking ticket machine and a length of det cord.

I really do detest people.!!!

I shall leave you now with a little video taken a few weeks ago, the last time we were on the Grand Pier, of Chili and the squeaking Tokyo on the Drop Thing (the spike in the middle of all that sad, burnt out ruin that still stands reasonably proud and tall)… goodbye my friend… you hold so many memories…

You know… I think today’s Grand Prix was a classic example of getting the job done in the face of an annoying foul up by your team. The Ham had not made his final pit stop under the safety car and ended up at the head of the chain as the safety car went in… He needed 22 seconds to make sure he stayed ahead of Massa and when the line was released he shot off to build a lead of 15 seconds in just 9 laps.! It wasn’t quite enough and he emerged fourth (third after Heikki moved out of the way for his obviously faster team mate) with 17 laps to go. He pulled a blinder out of the hat and caught and passed first Mass for second and then overtook Piquet in his best drive (and luckiest) for the lead, taking the flag 5 seconds ahead of the two Brazilian drivers.

What a drive.! Talk about edge of the seat stuff, my heart was in my mouth for the last few laps.

Sunday is here once again. One week until the start of winter and Christmas (long story) and one week until the next three BTCC rounds at Oulton Park.

It hasn’t been a bad week… quite plain and boring, but then again sometimes it is nice like that. Had a great meal at Chili’s with her Mum on Wednesday evening along with some good movies and Chili (bless her gorgeousness) made me a great packed lunch for Thursday with plenty of chillies and cheese. Yummy.!!!

Anything much going on in the world.? Well not really you might think but it was announced earlier today that the people in the Big Brother House have been cleaning. I have made sure the Pope, FBI, MI5 and MFI have been informed and the USA has already gone to DefCon Three and put all it’s nuclear bombers on airborne alert (quick, MIRV up those missiles too). What the HELL is wrong with people.!?! That isn’t fucking news.! It is not even worthy of a byline on some iffy entertainment page in a bad tabloid (one with those three ugly as sin slags from the Daily Mirror probably).

Pete Doherty has had a warrant issued for his arrest. Errr, what a suprise. Why this guy is not in jail I don’t know… oh yes I do, he is famous and has a little money, ditto Naomi Campbell.! Lock them both up, that will stop that foul mouthed slapper looking annoying for a few months and will stop him from releasing anymore diabolical music on an unsuspecting public.

Well I am spending the night in with Chili, watching some REALLY bad horror movies and playing Miss Bimbo (her not me). Do have an early night, we will be… I am bloody knackered.!

Sleep tight.!

Welcome, once again, to the blog of Mr Bunny of Fluffy. I am your host, errr, well, Mr Bunny of Fluffy and today we shall talk about three important things…

On the top of the pile, primarily because I have heard it on the news a lot today is a certain Scottish dude and his desire to take every single penny you ever earn because you happen to drink, smoke or drive.

Now we all know that fuel is pricey at the moment, partly because those fat cat bastards at BP and Shell have been whacking up their expenses account I would assume, maybe to give their bimbo-like secretaries more trinkets so they can fuck them more and also fuel tax has gone up. Again. It is not enough that 80% of every dorrar [sic] you put in the back of your car is slimed off to fund massive expense claims and some ignorant Lib Dem cunt in Basingstoke who wants to live in three separate houses ohhhh no… you see Mr “Brown” (so called because he is VERY shit at what he does) wants to extract those last few fluffy coins from the back of your sofa so we can continue to fund those toss pots in higher office. We didn’t even vote the miserable, cake faced, irritating little bugger in but I never thought I would actually say it but I wish Blair hadn’t resigned and that coming from me is a BIG thing.

Next on the list of things that have pissed me off is very simple. “Is this where you pay.?” asked a customer one day last week. The fact she had spent the previous ten minutes looking around the various counters about the store and then wandered under the SIX foot long sign which says “Please Pay Here” seemed to be totally alien to her.! Look honey, why not just go home. Put your feet up, pour yourself a nice large gin and down some barbituates. The worse that could happen is that you end up in a coma somewhere in a Belfast alleyway being touched up by some random tramp called Brian. Either way it would get you out of the public eye where you obviously don’t belong.

*Trevor Macdonalds*

And finally tonight we have Radio One. Now normally this is the part where people who “like” Chris Moyles switch off, but today the object of my undesirable hatred is not the great saviour (sorry I mean wanker) of Radio One, it is instead Miss Fern Cotton. I hated her when she used to present the chart show with a bloke called Reggie (a name only usually used for rats) but now she has taken over from Edith “I took over from Mark and Lard and made Bunny want to slit his throat with a fish knife” Bowman and I actually cannot wait until the day I finally hear that she has been ritually sacrificed by the few listeners with any kind of brain power who still listen to that bloody station.

I don’t understand how not only music but the way it is presented can have gone downhill so much. If it was still as it used to be then the music would still be shit but at least the bits in between the songs would liven your day up. Listening to Fern Cotton, Needaall (I cannot even be bothered to try and spell his name correctly), Scott Bloody Mills and Jo “I love this despite me not actually having any words in her vocabulary for “this sucks”, “why in hell would I listen to this” or “no” (which wouldn’t surprise me”)” Whiley make the world even worse than it is already.

Well that is my little rant time over… in the great scheme of things it really doesn’t seem too much but taking a look at the overall picture you must realise that I HATE these people. I want them to just go away and slowly die in a corner.

Preferably in America.

Once again the whole update thing is a little few and far between. I do apologise, I haven’t been up to that much really, except spending time with the most wonderful person ever.!

I was prompted to blog a little something for two reasons. One, because I was asked by Bluey and two, because I had few news shorts to fill in…

Well Peter Andre and Jordan have been awarded damages against the Daily Mirror for calling them “bad parents”… I believe the phrase “bad singers” would be better… but why is Jordan always seen around with Gary Coleman.?

Brocolli could cure prostate cancer, it was written today. Interesting question raised there, what would you do with it.? Eat it or stick it up your backside.?

Am I the only person who was horrified by the footage of the “Bulldozer killer” in Jerusalam.? I mean what is the world coming to.??? It was very obviously a bucket loader not a bulldozer at all.!

And now a little rant…

Top Gear is being moaned at AGAIN for actually having a sense of humour. Oh big fucking deal, Clarkson had a glass of an alcoholic bevy on the go whilst driving a car in the Arctic, who gives two flying fucks.? If he had been barrelling along the M6 pissed as Moses and waving a small child out the sunroof then feel free to complain people but he was on some snow, sober save for a small G&T and some lemon. If you don’t like the damn programme, the one hundred of you that complained, then fuck off.

You aren’t forced to watch it and I would assume your life is pretty empty so you must have time for other things, like painting four foot long cycle paths on main roads, making roads narrower so you can’t get past cars turning right at traffic lights (like that retarded CUNT who decided the Boulevard would be a better place to exist if EVERY had to wait for some anus to turn right up the hill by the new Italian restaurant rather than leave the road normal width and allow traffic to flow smoothly. I hope your children all die horribly and you end up in bed with Jordan. Eddie Jordan).

You know… I think you could safely say that if you had put an hour long special about murdering people and some nice graphic violence then no one would complain but a little onscreen prank, which was part of the long running joke on the programme, gets the heat. Typical.

And I shall stop there because my ears are steaming.!!!

*****LATE NEWS*****

I just popped back from my evening in the add a little something…

Monday was my one month anniversary with Chili. I, being a typical male (errr, by WHO’S standards.???) forgot totally. She, however, surprised me with a bunch of roses, a card with the sweetest text inside, a bottle of wine, a large candle which smells amazing and a book about WW2 (don’t ask).

Simply put I think that is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I had tears in my eyes as she explained what presents she had bought me and I want to say publically that I have never met anyone who means so much to me. I love you Chili.! You are my world.! xXx