Hail Destroyer.

3 Shots of vodka and 1 JD and diet coke
Hmmm, I'm pissed off at my mother and I'm listening to hardcore punk music, yeah, great idea to calm down.
This ontop of a week where a piece of bone no smaller than .5 cm in diameter has caused me just as much pain as a broken collarbone.
Broken teeth aren't a nice thing, especially when this piece of tooth has been broken for about a year now, and has slowly decayed away due to your diet consisting of twice the RDA of sugar. At least. Still, the wonders of the NHS should have me up and slowly rotting my gums inside out within a few weeks. It should be ok, seeing as how I'm not supposed to have sugary stuff for 2 weeks. If not, I will have to be content with mixing the painkiller cocktail which I have now patented

Clove Oil - To numb the tooth/gums
Ibuprofen - To kill some of the pain
Vodka - To kill the rest of the pain.

Whoever said mixing alcohol with pills is a bad idea is lying. All things in moderation ;)

First spartans match of the seasons today (for me) remembered how much I love non-league football. The chants, crude and humourous, just the way I like them
" You can stick your Lincoln Sausage up your arse"
"Football league, you fucked it up"
and the evergreen "Oi, keeper, have you burped ? because I can smell spunk"

Ahh, gotta love Blyth Spartans AFC
An odd weekend by my standards, given that I am alone and ther other half is away to South Holland. Therefore no usual conversations with her. Tis odd. Tis not cricket.

Work this week provided me with a hilarious, if not wrong, thought. An old woman was complaining about the government cutting some benefit she recieved. It struck me with the thought of "Pet, you're so old (she looked about 80), you'll probably be one of the first to go in the good ol' winter cull, therefore your complaining about lack of benefits come springtime is invalid."
Wrong, but oh so right.

Cancer Bats tomorrow, I'll probably be dead, if I have the choice, my last words shall be




"The Game."

Let's do this shit. CAW