I've been a bit quiet lately, mostly because I've been getting acquainted with Modern Warfare 3, and re-acquainted with Babestation. I've been back in blighty for two weeks and now I'm told I've gotta be back in France on Monday. Fuck a duck.
It's nice to be in a country where I'm not watching my every step for dog shite and romany gypsies. Christmas was nice, was with the family and I got some slippers and a few wifebeaters some I'm loving life. Nothing much happens. Get drunk some nights, spend the next morning regretting it in the sink (or on a train like this morning fml) play a lot of Madden, poon the odd noob on COD, then crack into my Michael Palin box set. Exciting times.
I write this in 2012. Whoop de fucking do. Buy a new calendar. Nothing really changes. All the people that see it as a new start. 3 weeks later and they're back on the fags and the dust has settled on that Max and Paddy fitness DVD. You want to change your live. Move to the North Korea. I'm sure Kim Jong-Un would appreciate a good barber. They say the world's gunna end in 2012, fuck the Mayans, it'll be that obese gook at the forefront of it, riding shotgun with the devil himself.
On the upside Katy Perry's back on the open market.
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