We appeared to be having some minor issues with design/images going missing here this morning, for a minute I thought that the bastards were censoring me due to me poor affliction, it's a fuckin curse it is to be piss bastard sure. For one minute I thought I was going to have to erase all me posts containing swear words. Or all me posts to put it another way. Turns out it was summat else entirely. Me Dad reckons that he's sorted it now anyway. A fuckin genius that bloke. Even if he is a fat, lazy, ugly get. I've never seen him so mad as he was this morning when he caught our neighbour's dog doing a shit in our back garden. So he picked it up and shoved it through their letterbox. Well, at least he got it's front legs and head in anyway. Woof.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.