After a particularly hard 12 hour shift I could not quite face the weekend marathon of cheeky chappie Ollie versus Geordi pudding Joe on the x factor. I have ripped my gusset out of my work pants and have a banging headache, so I am presently lying on the couch looking rather ravaged, as the result programmes drone on and on....and ON.
Last night the dancing hobbit, Chris Hollings won through to the final of strictly Come dancing with the tenacity of a Yorkshire terrier, and tonight I am just wishing that all this reality bollocks would end in favour for a nice old fashioned, uninterrupted (non phone in) 1940's movie......
Take it easy, and turn the TV off. :-)
ReplyDeleteI don't think you have time to take on goats too, but they are fun, and the milk is delicious.
tee hee........put the tv down....
ReplyDeletewalk away from the tv............
Sorry John. I was in a hurry. I knew that. I really did! I got called Mike the other day when I asked someone to e-mail me something! All good. You can call me what you want. Just don't call me late for dinner! :D
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