A game the whole family can play.

Diabetes.

Stupid ancestors!

In the what sense now?

I’m so staying out one particular part of New York.

There would only be confusion.

Mainly mine.

HEY!!!

So anyway I was wandering about the blogosphere as you do, and came across this podcast, and frankly I wish to register a complaint.

Firstly, who the hell is this Australian calling himself “Tom Paine”?

Have a listen to the latest podcast, and shortly into it you’ll hear something which may sound JUST A BIT FAMILIAR!!!

In fact, it’s like this bloody Aussie has taken my post, and used it as the script for his damn “blog news” item.

Isn’t that just like an Australian, find something Kiwi that’s good, nick it, then claim it was always Australian anyway.

Bastard!

Where’s my hat tip, where’s my linkage… where’s my damn commission????

If I find out who this guy is, I’m going to revoke his birthday! (June 28th)

Or share pictures of him in his christening dress!

Thought for the day.

The true magic of Christmas is that for two days nothing you eat has any calories.

So this is Chirstmas.

Eight minutes into it… not one damn pressie!

What gyp.

Murray’s Cryptic Movie Reviews

An “all star” cast of Americans butchers a classic and produce what appears to be the bastard child of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers violently mated with the Kirkaldies Christmas Shop.

It hurt to watch.

God damn TV programers and their seasonal abuse of the senses! God curse you, every one!