What sort of twat sees a sign that says "keep left" and thinks "fuck that, that sign isn't there for my benefit, it's for these other twats, I'm keeping fucking right as I may get where I want to be a quarter of a fucking nanosecond early if I do that?" Half the bastard population of York fucking railway station is the answer to that particular conundrum. The cheeky arrogant fuckers. "Fuck off and die old harridan, I'm important and you are shit on my shoe."
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.