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Well, I'm tired, have nothing better to do than just to type a load of pisch, and whatever comes into my head. So be prepared for non-sensical gibberish type rubbish being deposited.
I'll do a Baddiel and Skinner type thing, talk about whatever's going on at the moment.
Well then.
*thinks*
Aha, it's St. Valentines day for all of you who did not know, and love is in the air. For some reason when I typed that, I recited it in a Tony Blackburn fashion.
And this War on Terrorism, eh? Gid fun. Grenadier was discovered at Gatwick, God knows what he could've been up to.
The business with the APC's at Heathrow, what much good are they going to do? I mean, if theres a terrorist heading into the terminal, they'd have a better chance just shooting him down or something, or chasing him in an Armoured Car of some sort.
Hmmmm. Running out of stuff to say.
Ah yes, got a new comp desk a couple of days ago. It's shiny piney. Very nice. I've already spilled tea on it, but well, it would've happened sooner or later.
My monitors going all fuzzy, I'm guessing this is because it's been on for ages.
It's raining here. Fantastic. Gah, I'm bored. WHat shall I type next. Anything that comes into my head, I'm just going to type it, no editing, just straight onto the page. It's quite weird what subjects you can lead yourself onto sometimes.
For example, I have no idea what I'm going to go onto next, so I'll need to think.
AHa, the footie. All I say to you is 3-1. Hah. Oh, and what's that they've beaten you lot at now?
Annhilated at cricket.
Hammered at Tennis.
And now humiliated at football.
Heh.
Well, I may stop now, as I need a drink, and I am knackered.
Is anyone still out there?
Need.
Someone.
To.
Talk.
To.
Yes.
End asinine ramblings....
Here.
I'll do a Baddiel and Skinner type thing, talk about whatever's going on at the moment.
Well then.
*thinks*
Aha, it's St. Valentines day for all of you who did not know, and love is in the air. For some reason when I typed that, I recited it in a Tony Blackburn fashion.
And this War on Terrorism, eh? Gid fun. Grenadier was discovered at Gatwick, God knows what he could've been up to.
The business with the APC's at Heathrow, what much good are they going to do? I mean, if theres a terrorist heading into the terminal, they'd have a better chance just shooting him down or something, or chasing him in an Armoured Car of some sort.
Hmmmm. Running out of stuff to say.
Ah yes, got a new comp desk a couple of days ago. It's shiny piney. Very nice. I've already spilled tea on it, but well, it would've happened sooner or later.
My monitors going all fuzzy, I'm guessing this is because it's been on for ages.
It's raining here. Fantastic. Gah, I'm bored. WHat shall I type next. Anything that comes into my head, I'm just going to type it, no editing, just straight onto the page. It's quite weird what subjects you can lead yourself onto sometimes.
For example, I have no idea what I'm going to go onto next, so I'll need to think.
AHa, the footie. All I say to you is 3-1. Hah. Oh, and what's that they've beaten you lot at now?
Annhilated at cricket.
Hammered at Tennis.
And now humiliated at football.
Heh.
Well, I may stop now, as I need a drink, and I am knackered.
Is anyone still out there?
Need.
Someone.
To.
Talk.
To.
Yes.
End asinine ramblings....
Here.
*signs*
Well, g'night folks....
*instantly falls asleep and bangs head on keyboard*
ewfoeauropriuj ioj
*instantly falls asleep and bangs head on keyboard*
ewfoeauropriuj ioj
Take as much as you like mate, we've had it non-stop now for a few days.
Tis hammering down.
*Hands over rain*
Sign here please....
Tis hammering down.
*Hands over rain*
Sign here please....
I really miss the rain... can I have your rain?
Get on MSNy.
Now.
Yes, thats right.
Now.
I mean it....
Now.
Yes, thats right.
Now.
I mean it....
Hmm.
Well, I'm tired, have nothing better to do than just to type a load of pisch, and whatever comes into my head. So be prepared for non-sensical gibberish type rubbish being deposited.
I'll do a Baddiel and Skinner type thing, talk about whatever's going on at the moment.
Well then.
*thinks*
Aha, it's St. Valentines day for all of you who did not know, and love is in the air. For some reason when I typed that, I recited it in a Tony Blackburn fashion.
And this War on Terrorism, eh? Gid fun. Grenadier was discovered at Gatwick, God knows what he could've been up to.
The business with the APC's at Heathrow, what much good are they going to do? I mean, if theres a terrorist heading into the terminal, they'd have a better chance just shooting him down or something, or chasing him in an Armoured Car of some sort.
Hmmmm. Running out of stuff to say.
Ah yes, got a new comp desk a couple of days ago. It's shiny piney. Very nice. I've already spilled tea on it, but well, it would've happened sooner or later.
My monitors going all fuzzy, I'm guessing this is because it's been on for ages.
It's raining here. Fantastic. Gah, I'm bored. WHat shall I type next. Anything that comes into my head, I'm just going to type it, no editing, just straight onto the page. It's quite weird what subjects you can lead yourself onto sometimes.
For example, I have no idea what I'm going to go onto next, so I'll need to think.
AHa, the footie. All I say to you is 3-1. Hah. Oh, and what's that they've beaten you lot at now?
Annhilated at cricket.
Hammered at Tennis.
And now humiliated at football.
Heh.
Well, I may stop now, as I need a drink, and I am knackered.
Is anyone still out there?
Need.
Someone.
To.
Talk.
To.
Yes.
End asinine ramblings....
Here.
I'll do a Baddiel and Skinner type thing, talk about whatever's going on at the moment.
Well then.
*thinks*
Aha, it's St. Valentines day for all of you who did not know, and love is in the air. For some reason when I typed that, I recited it in a Tony Blackburn fashion.
And this War on Terrorism, eh? Gid fun. Grenadier was discovered at Gatwick, God knows what he could've been up to.
The business with the APC's at Heathrow, what much good are they going to do? I mean, if theres a terrorist heading into the terminal, they'd have a better chance just shooting him down or something, or chasing him in an Armoured Car of some sort.
Hmmmm. Running out of stuff to say.
Ah yes, got a new comp desk a couple of days ago. It's shiny piney. Very nice. I've already spilled tea on it, but well, it would've happened sooner or later.
My monitors going all fuzzy, I'm guessing this is because it's been on for ages.
It's raining here. Fantastic. Gah, I'm bored. WHat shall I type next. Anything that comes into my head, I'm just going to type it, no editing, just straight onto the page. It's quite weird what subjects you can lead yourself onto sometimes.
For example, I have no idea what I'm going to go onto next, so I'll need to think.
AHa, the footie. All I say to you is 3-1. Hah. Oh, and what's that they've beaten you lot at now?
Annhilated at cricket.
Hammered at Tennis.
And now humiliated at football.
Heh.
Well, I may stop now, as I need a drink, and I am knackered.
Is anyone still out there?
Need.
Someone.
To.
Talk.
To.
Yes.
End asinine ramblings....
Here.