urgh, today i am mostly banging my head against the wall of mediocrity. Why does that new girl look at me so oddly? And does she ever speak? It's spooky I have employed a series of odd bastards that haunt the building with glazed eyes and sullen faces. That deviant little sneak has been at my private life again, sneaking around gollum-like in my privates. I think it's time to slap the little fucker down again, a small pleasure but a pleasure to be sure.
So, the South africans have poisoned poor old Shane Tubby from Aus. Typical of their sad approach to all things sport like.