Right… first things first…

Mr Hwang has emailed me refering to a website he is now running on behalf of Google. Basically it uses maps to show you where the wi-fi enabled public areas are around you (such as McDonalds, Cybercafes and the odd phone box). It lists both free and pay points where you can log onto a wireless net and browse the intynetty at your heart’s desire.

So CLICK HERE and let everyone know where you can jump on and download Chris Moyles podcasts while having your morning dump in MaccyD’s.

And if you spot Mr B doing anything similar then slap him.!

Onto other things then.

At the same time as Hwang mailed me, I also got an email from a website called stitchtastic.com. They want me to exchange links with them and advertise their site, talk to their editorial team about mutually acceptable links and etc. I am assuming they don’t read my website at all, otherwise they would be rather surprised by the content, which they assume is about embroidery. Weirdly enough it is more about me calling people tossers and using the word cunt a lot when refering to the “cunt”cil.!

And THAT brings me to them… the “cunt”cil of North Somerset who have managed to ONCE AGAIN put road works on two major routes out of town at the same time. Dopey bastards. I am going to phone them tomorrow and ask them why they bother even breathing in and out when it is perfectly obvious they don’t need to exist on this planet in the first place.!

So where does that lead me… errr dopey bastards…

Oh of course, the USA. Swearing in of the new president has been completed and there is no longer bush in the White House. To be honest there hasn’t been any bush there since Monica Lewinski (unless Nelly Furtado has visited since then) but now George Dubya has wandered off into the sunset, guns smoking and a pretzel in his swinging right hand, Mr Obama has taken over. Will he reduce the country to the same sort of level as Blair and fucking Brown has over here.? We shall see.! I am very sure I will have SOMETHING to say about it sooner or later. Hehe.

Talking of being screwed out of lots of money, I see the banks are getting MORE money to bail them out. Surely Barclays don’t need any, having shown profits of over SIX BILLION POUNDS. The Government needs to tell them to fuck off SURELY, the only time I have ever agreed with John McKirrick off of the racing, just protect the savings and pensions and if they go bust then let them.! They take the risks with out money, they take the pain if the fuck up.

Enough of this sort of thing Ted, I think it is time for bed. Maybe WoW instead. Nordrassil here I come.!! Weeeeeeee.

Eeeeugh was that you.???

No KSC, it won’t be next year before the next post… it will be half an hour after you whinge at me. Hehe.

‘Ello folks. How the bloody fuck are we.? Full of the joys of Tuesday and slightly covered in butterscotch I trust.?

Just watching the Simpsons at the moment, series 11, and I am amused by the bright yellow version of Showgirls… I don’t remember her from Saved by the Bell looking like a Jaundice victim the first time road.

Been a bit (well a lot) quieter at work over the past few days. Thank goodness.! But out in the wild world it certainly hasn’t been. Kate Chuffing Winslet, pissed out of her tree, accepting a Golden Globe. Lily Allen and her new song “The Fear” is interesting. Can’t decide if it is as good as that first album track off the original LP or not.

Tch, you know what… I haven’t got too much to say tonight… must be all the pizza lol. Catch you all later, unless you have AIDS, then I will catch that instead.!

Happy New Year to you all out there in the middle of this rather cold winter. Minus two it was at 9am this morning as I was meandering my way to work (Don’t get me started on the fact I was in work today, admittedly I got a lot done, didn’t have a hangover and did earn about £80 for 7 hours work).

Had to make sure I didn’t drink too much last night (we had a very nice gathering around here with family, Chili, Nellie, Mellington and a couple of the bunnies whilst playing on the Guitar Hero World Tour for the Wii. I was singing and didn’t do too bad at all (although Chili refuses to let me sing Paramore’s Misery Business). Was nice to cuddle up to Chili in bed after, all cold and stuff.!

I was going to do a quick review of the year, but aside from finally getting together with the beautiful and darling Chili and spending most of the year with her beside me, I haven’t done too much at all. Had a nice time in Dartmouth on holiday, met some new people, watched Line from work show me and Chili up after a night out by turning up for a shift without a hangover despite several pints of beer and shots.! Oh and of course we all saw The Ham winning the F1 world championship and making us all proud. Oh and SEAT pulled out of the BTCC, which is sad but should create more interest for the coming season.

I have been having a few problems trying to decide on my song of the year so I might have to leave this hanging while I try and remind myself of some of the rather lacklustre songs that have occured over the past twelve months.

There has to be a point of badness to the moment that is now though… and here it comes…

Today is the fifth anniversary of Chris “Fat Cunt” Moyles taking over the Breakfast Show on Radio One. Apart from the fact he displaced the irritating and pointless Sarah Cox, I still hate him with the same bile and gnashing of teeth that I always have but today it reached a new level. I have been stuck in a stockroom with Radio One on all day… and that means today, for 7 hours, I have been subjected to the “best bits” of the fucking Moyles breakfast show. SEVEN HOURS.!!!

I laughed once. Just once after three hours and fifteen minutes. I fail to remember what it was. Oh well. But now my hatred is a hundred times stronger I feel I can justify murdering the arrogant tosspot and actually getting away with the “I am providing a useful community service” defence at the trial.

Oh well, only 358 days until Christmas.!