My Bolier

I wanted this to look like something from a horror movie. This is because my boiler is similar to a horror movie baddie in my eyes. I get up in the morning - cold. I come home from work - cold. By half nine at night I'm sat in my pants but by bedtime I have icicles on my test-icicles.

It doesn't matter what buttons I press or even how much I swear at it, it only works when it wants to. A bit like a small portion of people on benefits in this country.

I said small number, so I'd prefer no come back on this comment. I'm just bitter. I claimed for three weeks when I was out of work - I got £9.56 because 'I missed a Job Centre interview to attend my JOB interview', and also suffered a discount because I volunteer at Lincoln City and entry to the game was payment in kind. How do these people sleep at night?

In other news I've started playing a game called Mass Effect 2 on the Xbox. I'm beginning to think I may be a games addict. I suppose it's better than heroin.