I have a cat now. His name is Chungus.


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It's Christmas Jumper Cunt season. The ironic veneration of colorful festive attire by "lads" for "bants".

The sort of hideous activity that should be punishable by swift repetitive kicks to the throat.

Heartbreaking. Today, I saw a colleague overlooked for a dead cert position they were eminently qualified for, despite them having run this place for the last month fully successfully in the "Manager"'s absence. Let's be honest, much fucking better ( Read more... )

Stomach flu is not fun.

I'll have you know I took ten minutes of deleting and editing to write that single fucking three sentence poem.

Cheers.

Sometimes
I think the best thing about a relationship
is the single frame.

Ah, Autumn ( Read more... )

Do you want to know what I miss? The changing of the seasons.

Those still take place, but only in an official capacity. I'm talking about the actual palpable shift of them, from one to another. I'll explain ( Read more... )

I'm doing a healthy on it. I signed up to Second Nature, a fucking weight loss app. Three pounds in three days. Not bad. I'm down from 15.1 stone (Yeah, I know), to 14.8. I think that's right.

Going for 11, then I'll be well hot again like I never was cheers.

Hello. It is Saturday and I sit here in The Tower. For the time being it is my fortress, a retreat from the chaos of the pub. I really like that. I leave the kitchen, and ten seconds later I am home, guffawing mightily at the serfs below. As they spit and curse at millionaires and morons performing tiresome sporting feats ( Read more... )