Thank GOD Big Brother is finally over…

I never thought I would see the day that British society would come to it’s senses, but finally, after nearly a decade of perpetual torture from the wonderful Channel 4 and Endamol, it’s all over.there is a series of Big Brother going on right now, but mercifully I didn’t even realise, and I don’t think anybody else does either. The ratings for this series are gleefully low, and I think I can safely say this is the first year that I have not been badgered by someone about it.

It’s no surprise then that the show is for the axe. Frankly it’s overdue, the ratings have been in decline for a few years, but of course, milking the cash cow is what this show is all about, so they would carry it on until it becomes umpofitable. Thankfully that time has arrived.

So now Jade Goody is dead, Big Brother is dead, the only people left now are Max Clifford, Jordan, and Kerry Katona, who clearly misinterprited the word Iceland. With Kerry locked up and days away from choking on her own nostril cavity, and Jordan on the verge of AIDS and / or Silicone poisoning, I think British Society is on the up.

Speaking of Max Clifford, what a complete cuntflap. Honestly, read what he said in The Metro today, it’s rediculous. “Big Brother is for attention seekers, people desperate for the limelight, it’s the lowest form of entertainment, I’m glad it’s gone.”

This is Jade Goody’s agent, and captain of the PR Gravy Train, speaking there. How he get’s away with such stunning hypocricy really does baffle me. I really do want to string this kid up by the balls and whip him to death with a wet accident book.

Oh yeah, by the way; I’M BAAACCCKKKK!

Sick of the 'Chilli Peppers yet?

I would just like state first and foremost that I *will* change the song on here before the sun sets to something other than RHCP, to spare the sanity of the remaning visitors to my dead wasteland of a blog.

So, today is pay day, so that does of course mean it’s treat myself to a DVD day. This is a new tradition that I have only just invented, because God knows I won’t be able to afford much else anymore.

My own suggestion, something I really want to see, is The Wrestler, believe it or not, I haven’t actually seen this film yet, which is surprising really, since I actually like wrestling. Mickey Rourke stars in this action thriller emotional thing about this dude who seems to float around the Indy curcuit looking for former glories. It is apparently quite a good film in it’s own merit, as well as giving an accurate portrayal of some of the dire depressing things that happen on the Indy wrestling scene, so maybe this is a good choice.

Anyway, you post ideas for DVD’s to buy, and I’ll just take my hammar and go crack open meh Piggy Bankage like Trippers on a bad day.

<3

Sick of the ‘Chilli Peppers yet?

I would just like state first and foremost that I *will* change the song on here before the sun sets to something other than RHCP, to spare the sanity of the remaning visitors to my dead wasteland of a blog.

So, today is pay day, so that does of course mean it’s treat myself to a DVD day. This is a new tradition that I have only just invented, because God knows I won’t be able to afford much else anymore.

My own suggestion, something I really want to see, is The Wrestler, believe it or not, I haven’t actually seen this film yet, which is surprising really, since I actually like wrestling. Mickey Rourke stars in this action thriller emotional thing about this dude who seems to float around the Indy curcuit looking for former glories. It is apparently quite a good film in it’s own merit, as well as giving an accurate portrayal of some of the dire depressing things that happen on the Indy wrestling scene, so maybe this is a good choice.

Anyway, you post ideas for DVD’s to buy, and I’ll just take my hammar and go crack open meh Piggy Bankage like Trippers on a bad day.

<3

So, what about this new house then?

It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for ladies, gentlemen, and self-replicating species. It’s time for me to post about my new house omgwowwtfbbqandallthoseotherinternetmemes.

Yeah, I moved out last week into a new house with Christy, the location of which will remain secret for tax reasons. It’s pretty sweet though really, considering we only moved in here a week ago, it looks pretty damn spiffing. It’s a terrace, and very very close to the Morrisons supermarket, post office, bus routes, SubwayTM(!), Dominos, and many other sources of generic sundries thanks to the very close proximity to Swinton Precent…

Anyway, the obligatory tour round and all that;

So, this is the living room, which has many features such as Sofa we didn’t ask for  and dodgy gas fireplace - but the glass TV stand I put together myself and of course teh big luccedyturve make up for things there. Note the Windows 95 green carpet that features throughout.

And this here is the kitchen, where the floor goes from being Redmond Green to a rather generic British Kitchen Floor pattern. But as you can see, we got ourselves a freezer, a fridge, microwave, and other such things, which is useful when you want too keep food around. There’s a really big pantry behind which stores about four bodies too, which is pretty useful. The cooker built into the worktop is pretty neat too actually.

The problem with these “two-up, two-down” houses is the stairs are so bloody steep you could ski down them….

The bathroom is cool, nice and big. Power shower, bog, and another pantry that could store a further three bodies. I sware they built these houses for murderers, you could stash all sorts in the place, and it really does not look that big from the outside. I don’t think I even dare peep into the attic….

And finally, the bedroom! As you can see, I can’t really be arsed moving any of my stuff out of boxes yet, with my excuse being I am waiting to put up shelves. This is pretty much the usual excuse I am told, so….

Anyway, that’s my new shag-pad! I never realised how great it is to just have one’s own space, free from retardation and family nagging. It’s pretty sweet!