Bradders at home

Watching Sky Arts, just saw Robert Plant sing "Crazy little thing called love" how fucking camp was he he in 1991, a tribute to Freddie Mercury, well you couldn't get a better tribute for Campness, I loved old Fred but watching Robert Plant mincing across the stage made me squirm, poor old Fred must be turning in his grave.
P.S I hope Eggbod don't read this, I think she likes Planty,
BTW is he dead now?

Seems like the powers that be want even more control over what we do.
http://www.blackouteurope.eu/

I've got ten more years of getting up at 4-o-clock but I'm finding it a struggle, I seem to get so very tired lately and there's nowt I can do about it, I go to bed about nine or nine thirty so I'm getting some sleep but I don't know if I can last another ten years, hey ho.

I love Franz Schubert, hope he wasn't fucking German, sounds a bit Germanic to me but can't be bothered to Google him cos I love him German or not, Impromptu's Ooooooooooooh! orgasmic.

Had a couple of beers then went onto a bottle of Portuguese Red, £2.99 from Sainsbury's, I know I shouldn't say this because of all the fucking wine snobs out there but I fucking love it, bollocks to paying £40.00 for a bottle, bunch of C**ts, cheap and cheerful every time for me, mind you I do feel as though I've lost a few brain cells in the last few minutes, I wonder?

I also love this till my brain bleeds.

Just discovered Dubstep, love some of it, hate some of it, love this though, it makes me think of dark nights drugs and dancing girls.

I think I needed help at this point in my life, I'm still waiting.

Another early effort, must have been going through a phase or pissed.

This was one of my early forays into the program that is Bryce, a bit worrying don't you think, I think Osama Bin Laden is in there somewhere.

Just tried to extricate myself from Facebook, it's impossibble, when you deactivate your account (Which took me twenty five attempts to type in those security words) you are confronted by a message that says "If you want to reactivate your account just log in with your old details and reactivate" excuse me but that means that they're storing all of my details which is not what I want, I want out permanently please and nothing left behind, Bastards, I left them a shitty message as to why I left the service, called them a bunch of C**ts I did, fuck Facebook.

Pete Waterman says that he gets more in royalties from Radio Stoke than he does from Youtube for his "Hit" Never gonna give you up, I'm gutted for him, "I tell you what Pete, how about I pop down to B&Q to buy a half decent rope, you affix it around your fucking neck and jump off the Clifton suspension bridge, with one end securely tied to the bridge that is".

According to the Daily Mirror Duffy's looking for a boyfriend, look no further young lady I've bought in six pints of strong drink and a large paper bag so "Come on down" I'm ready and waiting.

See the Old Bill having a go at peaceful protesters whilst some bloke in a mask puts in the windows at the Royal Bank of Scotland unchallenged but of course only that footage managed to get shown on mainstream media, priceless, if I'd been there I'd have been tempted to whip that blokes hood off so we could "Unmask" him as probably an "Agent Provocateur" undercover cop.

Whilst Blogging on the laptop I've got MTV on the tele, dance music with Dave Pearce, I can't help looking up now and again at the antics of some of the female dancers, skimpy outfits skimpy knickers and legs akimbo, how much would a girl expect to be paid to do that? if it ain't too much I might book a couple of them to come round and give me a private show.
P.S don't waste the ink in your typewriter if it's more than a tenner cos I'm a bit Brassic at the moment.

Had a really bad dream the other night, was on the floor in the dark (always a bad sign darkness) I was being dragged away by an invisible something, it may have been invisible but it had the means to grab my legs, tried to scream for help (I was terrified) but nothing came out of my mouth, eventually woke and started screaming, alarmed the Foxy Chick, we've both had the experience lately of being visited by some unseen force, some times we're awake and you can actually feel the bed go down as this whatever it is plonks itself on the bed and no we haven't been drinking in fact it works when we're sober, anybody else had this experience?