Blue Stain

Stawberry Twizzlers. Sort of like a thicker version of the classic strawberry laces. Utterly horrible, possibly the worst thing anyone other than a prison bitch has had in their mouth, I had to throw most of the packet away. American confectionary is rubbish.

It's a fine tune. If you haven't already check out Goldfinger's version. I'm listening to The Clash, English Civil War.

Indeed. It all ended okay though. An important lesson was learned by myself, and the freezer continues to survive to this day it's chilling power undiminished by my fortgetfulness. Another petty thing, just had a chicken and bacon piece from Morrison's. It should be difficuly to go wrong with those ingredients but they found a way

Nightmare. A couple of years ago,I left the freezer door open and went away for a couple of days, the smell was over-powering on my return. I left the bags of rotting food out on the street for collection and someone in the office below called Transco as they thought there was a gas leak. Despite repeated scrubbing of the freezer the stench remained for a couple of weeks.

I may have posted about this before, but it's became an issue again. Bloody squaking birds outside my flat waking me up at about 5.30 in the morning, for the third day on the spin. Not the pleasant tweeting of wee sparrows or anything but the horrible gutteral screeching of seagulls and crows. I close my bedroom window meaning that my room's horribly stuffy, but they still manage to wake me from my slumber, I think they may see it as a challenge. Expect to see something in the papers in the next few days about the police in Perth arresting a red-eyed man in his pants shortly after dawn, screaming obscenities and throwing stones wildly in to the air.

He was like a reclusive uncle to me.

Rest in Peace JD Salinger.

Cheers to yourself and Exuberant for the responses. I did Wikipedia Mercator, Christ that's complicated stuff, interesting too though. I think I'll print it off and use some of my football free saturday to try and get my head around it fully.

Just been looking at the satellite picture of snowbound Britain that's been doing the rounds. It did get me to thinking though, how did people know what shape the country was before such technology existed? I've seen maps that pre-date satellites that are accurate. How could this be done?

Got a crap-load of Christmas shopping still to do, I'm also working night-shifts at the moment so trying to juggle it with day-time sleeping is a pain. It's getting to the stage where I may have to quickly instigate a major fued with my family and friends to justify not buying them any gifts.

The football related luck of others. My flatmate won £9000 on the Celtic raffle at the Tel Aviv game, he's my best friend so I'm pleased for him. But at the same time I'm nursing a crippling jealousy of his success. Aslo my part-time supporting uncle and cousins will be enjoying a free meal, drinks and an awesome seat in the hospitality section at the Rangers-Saints game on saturday while I fork out £22 for a crappy seat with a poor view in the away end with nothing more than an over-priced cola and a badger-meat hot-dog. Oh and my TV licence is due for renewal too.

Great choice. I'm listening to Guided By Voices with My Valuable Hunting Knife.

Ta for your support. However with a name like that perhaps the blood thing is a bad idea, I think I'll take the high road and write it in cat faeces instead.

Earlier in the evening I was watching Frasier, during the ad-break I learned that it was Lee Evans month on Comedy Central. EVERY BLOODY MONTH IS LEE EVANS MONTH ON COMEDY CENTRAL. What is it with these people, does Lee Evans own them or something? The time for a pleading e-mail has passed, prepare yourself for a foul-mouthed and abusive letter written in my own blood Comedy Central. Should this prove succesfull, and provided I don't pass out, I will also use this method to lobby for the return of Seinfeld.

The Distillers, Young Crazed Peeling

Fair dos, I wish you good luck in your quest, as slugs freak me out more than almost any creature.

As much as I admire your pyromaniacal approach to garden pests, perhaps slug-pellets would be a better long-term solution,If not you could leave the charred corpse of one in a prominant spot as a macabre warning to the others.

Damn kids skateboarding on a busy pavement, generally being loud annoying and dicking about doing woefull tricks when you're trying to have a conversation. There's a large skate-park less than a mile away too, so the irksome pubeless reprobates have no excuse.

Nicholas Cage isn't a bad actor and he's been in decent films such as Raising Arizona and Leaving Las Vegas. He does seem to have a penchant for appearing in piss-poor action films though, The Rock is far from one of his worst, although I agree with you about it's limitations.

The Donnas, It's Too Bad About Your Girl

Two horribly tough steak rolls, and my flatmate's six pack of fondant fancies.

The Distillers, I Am A Revenant

Another annoying thing is ballsing up a reply and putting your text in the quoted piece, making it tricky to read. I'm a stupid stupid man.

Taking Back Sunday, A Decade Under The Influence