‘arking Hell

This is why I need a personal guardian/nanny

  1. Wake up at 6:45
  2. Decide to go for run
  3. Start filling bath before I get ready as it’d be nice to have a splosh after the run
  4. Get ready for run
  5. Go for run, get half way
  6. HOLY MOTHER OF JEBUS I FORGOT THE BATH
  7. Sprint Sprint Sprint Sprint Sprint
  8. Turn off *very full but not yet overflowing* bath
  9. Lie in bath
  10. Cry

Happy Frostbitten Feet

Woohoo I’ve booked my summer (?) holiday toooooo Antartica!

Let’s see how many buttons it ticks…

  1. Warm, Sunny climate? “Temperatures plummet to -50c inland and tend towards -20c to -30c around the shore”
  2. Interesting culture and people? “No, they’re all dead or tourists”
  3. Urrr, nice journey to get there? “Flight to Madrid 2.5hrs, Flight to Santiago 12hrs, flight to Ushuaia probably 4hours, boat trip to Antartica 2days in some of roughest seas on planet”
Oh god what have I done. I’m going to hurl over every one of these penguins. Hang on though don’t penguins *like* that sort of thing? They seem to in nature programmes.Anyway, it should be pretty awesome, might have the opportunity to go kayaking, sleep overnight on the ice, see a whale or two, interfere with a peng… um… watch a penguin or 10,000 from a safe distance.Here are some more photos that I’ll be stealing and recycling if it’s crap weather…


I R Hooligan

Well first I meet a guy who collects *real* spitfires, then the next day I get to go to a private box at Wembley for a free hospitality event. Why does the world hate me so much to taunt me with rich people?

Yes, the hospitality event was football. I’ve never really been a fan, it’s just rubbish to watch and the players are terrible! How can you earn £50,000 a week and be unable to kick a ball from one part of the pitch to a player in another part? How hard can that be for £50K a week!?!? However, Wembley was pretty awesome, I thought it looked a bit small from outside but inside was a different matter. Watching approximately 79,980 (there were 20 of us in our private box) chavs wobbling their bellies in the 30degree sun was most entertaining!

As for the food, mmmm cold fillet steak buffet! That translates to “all the fillet steak you can politely eat without seeming too greedy” woohoo! It was a toss up between the steak and the wine and the parsnip crisps and indecision got the better of me for at least 4 seconds.

Anyway, if anyone would like to buy me a private box at Wembley and give me a sniper rifle then I’d soon rid the world of blubber. p.s. the photo was taken before the stadium bars were closed, therefore mainly empty.