Nora's gone on a health kick. She told me I'm fat and that I drink too much coffee. I think this is rediculous and there is no way in fucking hell I'm gonna choke down tofu! I like my meat and potatoes thank you very much ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I've not been keeping up with my normal rounds of bothering people via commenting on their journals. Really, I don't see the point. I give enough of a rat's ass to drop a few words and don't usually get too fucking much in return. Selfish bastards. I'd better be getting some attention around here or else I'm going on strike!

Funny, this time of year always reminds me of London no matter where I am. I suppose that's because it just pisses rain all the time. Setting the clock ahead an hour tonight, fucking Daylight Savings Time stealing an hour of my fucking sleep! Oh well ( Read more... )

Happy St. Patricks Day for all the Irish folk and non-Irish. I hope you all have a good one. I know I'll be hitting the bars with a bunch of mates for a good time. Nora is wearing all green, and I'm sure I will as well by the end of the day, whether I like it or not. And, while you're all out gettin' pissed tonight try and notice which way the ( Read more... )

In case anyone was wondering, eating any kind of meat that is wrapped in any other kind of meat is not a good idea. I think my inards are trying to become out-ards. I feel absolutely vile!

Lately I've been feeling a little old, and a little down as a result. I suppose reading all of George Lucas' entries lately have done it. After he wrote about dying his hair, I felt compelled to examine my own. In the harsh light of the bathroom, I did indeed discover that my hair is slowly turning on me. Thankfully I've not gone bald yet (what a ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I wrote here. Thanks to everyone who bothered to agknowledge my birthday. I'm glad it's over. Every year it gets closer and closer to 50. Don't get me wrong, it's not as though I'm afraid of getting old, or afraid of dying. It takes a hell of a lot more than that to scare me! But I have to think, what exactly have I done ( Read more... )

All right, it's my birthday, I'm 48 years old today. Can we just forget this now? No-one needs to know what an old fart I am, okay? At least I got some waffles for breakfast.

It's funny how time flies. Especially when you're not paying attention. Last night for instance, we had a bunch of mates over for drinks and the like. Many cigarettes were smoked, many stories told and then all of a sudden Nora says: "Sorry lads, but I'm afraid it's past my bedtime" and toddles off. So I look at the clock and sure enough it's four ( Read more... )

Updating this blasted thing two days in a row, who would've thought. Perhaps this getting-up early in the morning thing IS good for me! Except those waffles upset me something awful, Nora couldn't stand me I was farting up such a storm ( Read more... )