Had a nice dinner (or was it tea? It was at quarter to 5, so tea?), but I need a poo now. I feel like if I fart I'll shit meself. Fucking work tomorrow. Hate it, but it pays the bills (just). Dancing on Ice is fucking shite, I'll throw me iPod on while that's on, listen to a bit of Slayer or something. Maybe read a book. I really really need a Barry White.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
In need of Barry White
Mothers day. I love me Ma, but she does do my head in sometimes. "Up" was good, the wife and little girl cried. But tonight...."SURVIVAL OF THE DEAD"....I'm a huge George A. Romero fan, and zombie movie fan in general, so I'm REALLY looking forward to watching this one.