Yes We Can. But Mostly You Can.

Its my last day/night off today until 4th December. Yes, thats right, I’m a hella busy Tiernan. Anyway, I intend to use this day properly with a trip to see my tiny Nana – that’s grandma not banana – and then making onion soup. Tha’s right I’m frikkin’ rock and roll. So basically I can’t be arsed to write shit all for this blog today. Then I realised, why is it always up to me to write this bloody blog. Why don’t you do some work for once? No one ever comments, so I’ve decided today that you can all comment on whatever you like at the bottom of this blog. Go nuts. Have a creative Sunday. The wiser of you will realise I’m being a hugely lazy bastard. The less wise will get excited that I’ve given you a project. The really stupid can’t read anyway and just like the pretty colours.

Here’s some quick thoughts from yesterday to get you started:

I saw a concrete mixing van with the company name ‘Jim’ll Mix It’. These people deserve a prize.

I have decided the people of Gloucester are called Gloucesterfarians. They are not, but I say they are.

I would find it hilarious and also saddening if when Muslim people died they went to Mecca Bingo.

It’s not easy being heckled by someone who has learning difficulties. Especially when their heckles are particularly shit. I asked ‘Are you well?’ and he said ‘No, I’m James.’ God I wanted to slay him.

Its got cold. Somebody said the cold was biting. I find this concept terrifying and so have decided not to shower today so that when the cold does bite it gets a horrible taste in its mouth.

Right, now your go: