All around me is a sea of apathy, no one seems to care what is happening nor why or how... down the road our parent company AdsRUS is flexing its muscles in perculiar ways. Still, as Tolkien used to say, "If you build your house near a dragon you'd better take him into account when making plans."

Why is life so often an arguement between quality and cost? Clients moan forever about the lack of decent work they get yet are so unwilling to pay for it it's embarrassing. I think the service industry may be wrong for me. I think a life at sea is more my style.

The smell of herring, mackeral and plaice, that's where a man should really be working, not in some ponced up half decorated fourth rate industry full of self righteous wankers and over dressed over pompous buffoons.
I've been playing Quake too much, last night I dreamed I had downloaded skins of all the people I hate and spent quite some time killing them, there were a surprising amount of them.

Needless to say the mice were there again, with twitchy little noses and wiggly tails...damn them.

One day someone will invent a tablet you can slip into someone's drink and they stop being such a cunt. Why is it that people who start rumours and talk crap are always the first to try to legitimise this stuff?
I'm tired of the worms inside my head telling me to kill these people. Death is too good for them, we should let their wishes come true, all of them. Beware what you wish more.

This guy on trial in the UK for killing 2 girls... so one slipped in a bath of 5 inches of water and just drowned while her mate screamed and the guy watched then he accidently killed the other one. Then, being not guilty, he cut their clothes off and hid the bodies in a ditch... innocent m'lord...

I can't get a decent bacon sandwich on this continent, maybe it's time to move on. I hear the Australians can make a good sandwich if pushed.

Why are badgers such attractive little guys? And caterpillars are just crap.