Music:the sound of a thousand screaming tortured souls
Well, it ain't a space odessey. It's a few years on. We all dress in silver and eat space cakes. or something. anyway. i nearly quit my job tonight. i should have. life would have been easier if i'd told brian where to shove his stinking money. yes.
i hope you all had a good night if you were out. well, i hope you had a good night if you were in looking after peeps or on your own too. i love you all in your own special ways. yes. night. happy new year.
but remember, the enemy airship may be dead, but my left arse cheek is similar. yes.