At Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid.

I'm drunk. It's the day before the day before Christmas Eve and I've not wrote this blog as much as I thought I would have. I often think about writing it but there seem to be exterior forces stopping me (work, the Stern Show, COD 4 and a porno where Juile Night sticks two dildos up her own ass).

I've never become part of the blogsphere ( is thats what it's called?), I've never left messages on other peoples blogs. I'm a zit on that impossible to reach part of your back, I exist but you can't see me and you can't quite put a finger on me.

Maybe this will change in the New Year and I'll become a zit you can squeeze.

I'm looking forward to a happy Christmas, I have a couple of days off work and I've got my son a nintendo Wii, so we'll both be playing Super Mario World on Xmas night.



Merry Christmas and don't get blown to bits by terrorist.

Peace Out

'Well tonight thank God it's them-instead of you.'