Oh :$ 

 

THAT WILL SERVE ME RIGHT FOR NOT READING THE LAST TWO POSTS :( 

But all good emo posts belong on blogspot.

I share my birthday with your brother (aww) (and the anniversary of lots of people dying in the Ukraine)

I know you do.

With the bloggish nature of Teh these days (and forever before come to think of it), that would have warranted a whole new thread.

 

I suspect you'll be dreaming about that incident for months to come. Well done for not being dead or mangled.

 

However, you've inspired me to start a whole new thread now.

I don't remember any particular incidents on the way back from Durham. Well, there was that one roundabout where the exit turned out to be just a little narrower than you had taken into account, but you compensated & recovered elegantly. Even if I did express a certain amount of terror at the time.

 

Your sitting-in-2-hour-traffic-queue skills were equally commendable.

I wuv your website :-$ 

It wasn't so much thinner as I expected as "Oh wait, that bit of gutter is on the RIGHT hand side meaning the road is over /there/."

 

Mind you, it's something I'll probably never forget, which is good. It's nice learning things the hard way but without resulting in major issues.

 

Remind me to never buy a small car like that, though :& 

I understand that small, light cars take some getting used to when you're more accustomed to big heavy cars that tend to stick to the road, a quality that fiestas are not well know for.

 

It was an evil roundabout exit anyway, not best designed to give one any idea where the fuck one is going.

 

Anyway: In the year 2096, a secret cult that has been attempting to clone Adolf Hitler from his discarded "other" testicle finally acheives its aim, and unleashes an army of tiny moustached goose stepping dictators on what remains of the world. Fortunately, these tiny Fuhrers are only 2 feet tall, meaning that only Jewish Yorkshire terriers have anything to fear.

 

EDit: Damn, wrong year.

Fifty years on from its inception, the Anti-Gravity Racing League is still going strong and is more competitive than ever before. The racers are more cunning and the 6 new tracks are more fiendishly designed. There is a host of new weapons available, ranging from the heat-seeking Missile and the Thunder Bomb to the Plasma Bolt.

Tony Blair celebrates 101st year of not handing the Labour Party over to Gordon Brown. And his descendants.

The Duke Nukem Forever beta appears. After a week, the development team announce that they're changing to a different physics engine.

 

The new physics engine is called 4NDY BLK. No one knows why.

A man enters the Asuncion town hall, clutching a bundle of documents proving his claim to the Duchy of Nukem. World reels.

Last incarnation of FIFA is announced. Only white players are featured.

 

Consequently, the game is shit.

Ah, 2097, of course. Silly me for not getting it sooner.

I was waiting for it. I've got nothing now until 2525, when, if man is still alive,
and if woman can survive, they may find.

The giantly humongous village of Jaye is founded. Rappers everywhere choose this as their preferred place for their cribs.

/ (aww) /

2Pac's killer is finally identified. Unfortunately, due to the 4ND8LQ.M virus which had recently appeared in the wild, his name had been replaced with Andrew Black.

All known life in the universe is renamed Andrew Black.

There, now I'm feeling at home again.