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Amusing title huh? I'm a comedy genius me.

I wasn't such a genius last night where I spent fifteen minutes wax lyrical about how much I hated Grimsby. I went through the whole routine about heroin, benefits, crime and fishy smells. Someone kindly (!) nudged me after quarter of an hour to explain one of the clients I was furnishing with my feelings actually lived in Grimsby. No more business for us from them then.

Todays shot is the church at my home town of Wragby, a place I always believed I'd get married in. I recall as a cub scout being allowed in the tower here to have a go at ringing the bells. We married several of my cousins in here, and back in June 1976 my Mum and Dad started their 21 year partnership in here. We had my grandads funeral here back in 1992 as well. This is my home church, a place that I rarely consider as somewhere special, but on analysis it probably is

I am spending the remaining eight hours of today on my sofa recovering from last nights escapades. It wasn't a bad night, some great food at the tower hotel and some good drunken chat. Everyone was coupled up bar me of course, and at one point I found
myself stood between two couples engaged in what can only be described as 'heavy petting'. Worse thing was it was at a bar while I waited to buy everyones drinks. I almost felt like hired help. So I came home and sat drunkenly talking to people I barely know on MSN messenger.

Yeah I can safely say my life is all sex, drugs and rock and roll. Well without the sex. Or the drugs. However I do have some rock and roll in my CD collection if the mood takes me. I might pair that with a nice cheese toastie and and a peruse of a daily paper. Speaking of which I note Jordan has stated in todays New Of The World (not purchased, merely glanced at in Cost Cutters) that she dumped her husband because he became whingy and fame obssessed. Can't think who he might get that from Jordan, you repulsive idolised caricature of todays celebrity motivated and rapidly decaying society.