A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...

A'wight fuckwits. So... erm... what to write. I suppose I shouldn't have started by calling you all fuckwits. But that's hardly my fault is it?

Anyway once George Lucas sues me for using that title I won't be able to continue. But until that day I will simply do, not try.

Now that we have rid ourselves of those who don't like Star Wars (the heathen bastards) we will continue. By the way if you're still here because you like the Star Wars prequels you can fuck right off.

There's a lot of cursing so far isn't there. Hmmm, fuck it.

I signed up for this bloggin lark 2 years ago and as per usual I did nothing. If there was an award for procrastinating... I probably couldn't be arsed to turn up to accept it.

Who would have thought then that it would take Robbo's P45 from the Beeb to get me finally writing something. Well me, that's who. Remember I'm good with the predictions. Liverpool out of the top 4. Remember that? I may have mentioned it before.

So this week I have to spend the night in hospital getting some sort of breathing machine fitted so as I keep breathing during the night rather than stop the 20 or 30 times I do now. Yes, yes it's a pity I start again blah blah blah.

And then I have this years final exam. The worst of them all. 6 questions which will be of such magnificent bullshit that I will no doubt need an extra few answer books. As my head will have exploded over the first one.

I'll keep you updated, if anyone bothers signing up for this of course. Go on, I'll give you a few quid if you do. Well technically the wife will give you a few quid, I don't have any money as I'm a student.

Go on, you know you want to. Everyone's welcome.

Except JDR.

Obviously.