So, it’s Christmas then. Bargain.
Look, this year has been a bit odd, and it’s taken me a while to find my stride, but I think I’ve made it. Sure many entries in this blogs were worse than a shit stained copy of Katie Price’s autobiography, but that’s only because I forgot what I needed to be doing; forgot what I’m good at: Complaining. Oh, I complained a lot, but compared to how it should have been I may as well have simply stuck my tongue out at everyone and stomped off to have a good cry behind the shed every week. I think I was trying to reinvent myself a bit; pretend that I’m a normal guy really once you got passed the bile and drying spleen carcasses, but it wasn’t really working for me. All it really did was cause me to churn out page after page of craptastic shite. From now on, I’m embracing my inner git because it’s been a while since he’s had free run of my head.
There really is no reason to fight it anymore, so I’m going to come right out and say it:
I am a miserable bastard!!