Panda says morning!
Panda says morning!
Gangam. Dance. Pretty Fly. Mash Up. Sorted.
Prodigy is right… sometimes you gotta smack that bitch up!
The Wrekin rocked… it was a little further away than anticipated but hey the walk does a panda good eh? Add to that, time spent with the cubs, Dreamscape, Evil and Da Boss… the viewing of a poor Dr Who, discussions about which dancer gets which celebrity… oooh and a film about a dragon (even if it DOES have Sean fucking Connery doing the voice…. wanker).
Counting down to Punk Girl… industrial and techno tunes at the end of October which will hopefully fuck with mah fragahl little mahnd.
Oooh (two oooh’s in one blog, oh my) not only is Vegas 2013 rocking da fuckin’ house, but Glasto 2013 is moving along nicely - and looking at a yurt to crash in (and yeah I had to fucking well blog THAT one).
And the final oooh of the day… the final part of the weight management doo-hickey. Unlike Punk Girl who struggles to put weight on (bitch), I am now active in getting rid of that last chunk - on December 22 at the Wonder Stuff gig… I will no longer by a fat lazy disgusting c**t.
So an awesome day sat nicely on top of an awesome weekend with six pretty blummin’ awesome people but then, just as the embers of Sunday fade away, ushering in a new week…
Reminders of why an ex is an ex
Get tha pick-chu?
Psycho, propane, cocaine…. crazy!
A fun old Welsh time with the Dreamscape Girl - a weekend of pink risotto (it’s not gay, it’s risotto that’s been in a fight), crunchy chocolate, 3 bottles of wine (well, to be honest 3 bottles with some wine in each), coco pops (I’d rather have a bowl of coco pops) and bracelets.
Oh, and bread & butter pudding… with raisins and cinnamon and…. mmmm.
And what could possibly top such a time… Ted and popcorn (half-and-half, thanks very much).
You know what I got? I got your wife’s pussy on my breath.
And the response from the Dreamscape Girl… “that’s nice”