I'm out of here

We're off to take life at a slower pace.

Sadly, just for a week.

This is about as busy as it gets.

Joy.

Why bother?

So a few terror suspects get slapped about whilst British intelligence services are present.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/politics/10521326.stm

Big fucking deal.

They're not trying to learn how to walk again with no legs, or trying to put their lives back together simply because they happened to be on a random London bus or tube carriage.

Do fuck off.

Really.

The wisdom of HMR &C part 2

So, I paid the fine, as by only allowing me twenty fours hours from receipt of notification, I had little choice.

Opened the post this morning, another HMR&C envelope, oh joy.

Enclosed was a cheque. A refund on the fine. For £3.18. If the Nick and Dave show want a few pointers on how to make departmental savings I'd be only too happy to assist.

The fuckwit spaniel

Is feeling very sorry for herself.

She was charging around a friend's garden (Nicki Nipples, so called due to her perfect, expensive fake breasts) with her spaniel chum Wilburt ( what you call a dog when you have expensive, fake breasts) when she ripped a claw out.

Blood everywhere, and a swift trip to the vets to remove the rest of it. Boy one was at NN's playing with her lad after school ,and she sent him back with an envelope with the claw, which she'd found, a dog treat, and one pound for the claw fairy !

Lead only walks for ten days, oh joy.