Saturday, 3 May 2008
Proof That London is Full Of Wacky Student Tossers that Would use the Word "Ledge"
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/7380947.stm
Oh, and fuck you humanity:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/7381633.stm
Five point three percent? Five point three? You utter, utter fucking cunts.
Friday, 18 April 2008
Training, Day Five.
Fags smoked: 1.5
Booze comsumed: One glass of red wine.
Women inadvertantly terrified: 1
People you've called a cunt since quitting smoking: 5
Where does it hurt: My shins.
Are you scared: Not as much as I was.
It's getting easier. Might have to make things more difficult next week.
Wednesday, 16 April 2008
Training, Day Three.
The Time it Took You? Too fucking long.
Cigarettes Smoked Since Starting Training? 1.5
Alcohol Consumed Since Starting Training? Fuck all.
Where Does it Hurt? Mostly everywhere. Except my balls.
Did They Send You Nurses? No, because they are cunts.
Are you Afraid? Yes.
Monday, 14 April 2008
Training, Day One
Send many nurses with soft hands.
For the love of god, one of you send me some nurses...
*Edit/Update* Don't send any nurses, I'll kill them for their cigarettes/ the contents of their hip flasks.
*Further update* Send nurses. with soft hands...
Thursday, 10 April 2008
You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son.
Anyways, because it will probably kill me and because I'm a fucking idiot, I signed up for the ballot to enter the 2009 London Marathon today.
This could be an interesting experiment, currently I can't get out of a chair without going into a coughing fit that sounds like someone has stabbed a dog with enphysemia in the lungs while giving it a good shake, by next year I have to be able to run for four plus hours.
I'm spending the rest of today saying goodbye to my two true loves; fags and booze. Tomorrow I start training.
It's going to be painful.
I'll mostly be turning this thing over to being my boring-ass training blog for the next year. I'm sure it'll be so exciting for you to read.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Further Evidence...

It's also cast-iron evidence that makes an open and shut case for hanging 99% of all people that would bother to vote in a phone-in poll on capital punishment. They should be hanged.
In a place of lawful execution.
By the neck.
To death.
The cunts.
Ohhh, the hypocrisy!
The hypocrisy!
Fortunately Scattergum's Legal Representation is Second to None.

I expect to be "renditioned" any day now. Don't worry though, I've put in those tough hours building an immunity to being tied down while some meat-necked shit pustule pours water over my face and tries to get me to admit to a whole bunch of shit that wouldn't stand up in any civilised court, I look great in orange and get on excellently with most members of the Muslim community.
Most importantly, if the worst comes to the worst and I'm not sent to be tormented by conventional means. If they send me to suffer the most tortuous fury a 500 billion bucks a year budget can possibly rain down on one man. If the most awful thing imaginable happens to me. If my fate is to be one truly worse than death. Don't lament my plight too greatly.
Because being forced to listen to dullard New York media fuckwits pontificating endlessly (especially about an overlong electoral process) like their opinion matters for shit, has little to no effect on me. I've been through that on many occasions. I used to call that a holiday and paid plenty of pounds (pounds being way better than dollars) for the privilege.
So bring it the Unified Court System, State of New york, bring it. There's fuck all you can do to me that I haven't already done to myself in your fine state.
Actually, we all know what 'mercans are like, the three things they love to do best are suin' folks, shootin' folks and giving folks infected blankets so they can steal their land. All that's likely to come of this (if anything) is that I'll get sued then shot.
I don't own any land.