my news

Victory as the West Britts beat the Actual Britts in a lovely game of ruggerbuggerby. yesterday i decided to stay in and watch the rugby rather than the soccer and i must admit it was excellent. it was real tense edge of your seat stuff and i got completely sucked in. it was extremely exciting and skilful and made for great midday pre-roast entertainment. perhaps i was wrong about the fact that this sport is surrounded by arrogant, west britt, what-what, wankers but then again perhaps i was right (i cant stand the commentators, the pundits and the dort-commuting supporters) as there were a lot of snobbish comments made when some of the fans started chanting some "spirited" abuse at the english support, as far as i could see it was just a bit o crack.
other news: colms sheep escaped and i had to help him chase them over the roaming hillls of wickla. sarahs ma was fifty, lovely meal. the punisher is not as bad as it looks. dundalk is MENTAL. ciara is an excellent mexican chef. hero is too slow. borat is genius. finished the dirty harry box set off, it is class! nails' french mate, Camille is in a band called skalawag and they are deadly, if you like french ska/raggae/punk. barry is a gentleman full stop. mark is a gentleman for the use of his double bed when i had come to terms with sleeping on the floor.