If there wasn’t enough reasons to avoid this series of books like the plague and avoid hurling oneself on the S&M, 3 for £10 at Morrison’s pseudoporn bandwagon. I just read that JB may be getting involved in the film franchise.
Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra! Noooooooooooooooo! He’s only about 17 years old!
In other news. Last night I dreamt that I was back at work at The Farm* (that one is for my readers who have been there from Day 1) and that a massive apocalyptic thunder and lightning storm was raging around Leeds and blowing all through the office. Bman says I was curled up in a ball under the covers – that may explain why. Unless I was channelling one of the beetles I also dreamt about later on that I’d found in my pyabs! (Just for the record, I only dreamt that – I don’t really have any wee beasties in my bush).
Analyse THAT futhermucker!
Got paid yesterday and most of it has been eaten by overdraft already. Summer holidays are a killer for spending cash you don’t actually have!
I have now given up hope of ever seeing any of the PPI I have been promised since fecking February when I applied for a refund from RBS. At this rate I’ll be RIP well before I even hear whether or not I am to expect any. Meanwhile, the World and his dog keep telling me stories of retail therapeutic joy, spending their PPI refunds on domestic appliances, pampering days and must-have gadgets.
I shall take to my bed with my dressing gown over my clothes now and wallow in my own self-pity until it’s time for Strictly and Doctor Who. 😦
I shall leave you with this picture which amused me on FB and I stole because I’m all out of my own ideas this weekend.
* AKA. B.N.I Insurance Brokers