Oh Dear, Oh Dear Oh Dear....Ruined.
Ok, as much grovelling as I may do, nothing, and I mean nothing is excusable for my lack of updates over the past, erm, 4 months. Even if I had lost both my arms in an horrific accident involving wild goats, I would probably by now have fully functioning prosthetic arms. I'm just a lazy twat.
Love you loads.
As a present...listen to this song: - http://www.contactmusic.com/new/home.nsf/webpages/peterbjornandjohnx27x07x06
You'll like it.
So the big evening show on Hallam FM just got even bigger, going up by 17%. Alright! Ahem, I think you'll find it was the second best percentage increase on the station, not the best, but lets face it, no one likes a show off, so sometimes its better to come second.
I really do love you.
Its quite early in the morning for me this, but that is now because I have a girlfriend, whom for the sake of arguement, we shall call Lady X. Lady X has a real job, so she has to be up at 7.30AM, which in turn wakes me up. I used to cheekily go back to sleep for a few hours when she left the house, but I'm getting used to getting up now, so I normally stay awake, and then do a rubbish show in the evening because I'm fucked (actually, did I say I've got a 17% audience increase? Second highest on the station...beaten by one measly percent...), can't be that bad then.
My love is deeper than an anchor in a shallow pond.
July was good. The warmest July on record, thats why it was good.
June was shit, cos England were shit in the world cup.
Wimbledon was shit, because nobody in England can play tennis.
August is good, because the football season starts, the mighty Barnsley starting life in the Championship. You Reds. The football supplement in News of the World predicted that Barnsley would finish bottom of the table...
I would'nt piss on the journalist who wrote that if he was engulfed in flames.
Gotta go, I need a shower. My pits smell.