Today I've had all sorts of annoying things happen. First it looks like the jacket isn't going to be making an appearance for my birthday - someone else got the last one before I could and so I'm not going to get to join the Welsh Guards in the 18th century.
I just got a series of terrifying letters from the bank caused by the Postal strike, next time I see a postman I'm going to kick him in the testicles, hard.
No-one is calling me back, which is making a feature involving interviewing three people extremely tricky.
I've tried doing something else, like writing a guide to roulette but the more I read about it the more I realise only a moron would go near a roulette table. Why do people gamble? It's so bloody stupid.
Oh and my computer is malfunctioning so I may end up using it to bludgeon a postman, or a gambler to death.
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Phwoar! Oliver Reed! There's a dude worth emulating...
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