Cool, cloudy and calm at the Castle this morn, I have just
returned from the stale bread, gruel and his Maj’s food run dahn Tesco-prices
still going up, still moving things around still infested with the internet
robots.
And thanks to HMRC I had to purchase some stamps which Tesco
only had in books of twelve which cost me six bleedin quid, no wonder “Royal Mail”
has such a bad reputation...
And the interweb thingy is being a pain in the rear exit-again-blogger keeps crashing.
And the interweb thingy is being a pain in the rear exit-again-blogger keeps crashing.
Before the main event start the video below and listen to
the masserchewsets band singing about Massachusetts, a bit of a tribute, my
condolences to his family, I know what it is like to lose a loved one to cancer
of the internal organs.
I can’t be arsed to seek out “interesting” stuff this “summer”
day so here are some pics of body art forwarded to me from my old friend Bernard who managed to scrape
some coal together to fire up the boiler on his steam powered desktop, they were
sent to him from one of his many, many followers (unlike this Piss Poor blog).
Although I have never seen it in the flesh I am told that he has a brightly coloured organ which he takes to places and grinds in
public, and like me he has a soft spot in his heart for furry pussy.
Anyway click on the link and have a gander at his site you
might even get a peek at his organ....
That's got the juices flowing-is that Carol Vorderman in pic 5?
That’s it: I’m orf to collect some ancient methane
And today’s thought:
Roll on the Olympics....
Angus
Bernard
