Growing On Me

The Darkness were undoubtedly one of my favourite bands of the last decade. I absolutely loved them. And now that I'm a bit older I can realise that a lot of their songs had alternate meanings
"I'm holding my own, give or take a tear or two" is about masturbation, after being broken up with
"You're really growing on me, or am I growing on you ?" A song (allegedly) about genital warts.

They were one of the few glam bands that I approved. Because they had a very odd selling point. Justin Hawkins had a rate good screech on him.
The blog title is somewhat relevant, and even more relevant now that "love is only a feeling" has came on (although I wont get sentimental now, that's not what my blogs are about)
It's relevant because of the fact that I've now realised that a few people are "growing on me" and that a few people are going the opposite way, due to circumstances outside my control.

It just reiterates the fact that if you fuck with my friends, I shall fuck with you. Several times worse.

Anyway, in the news this week a landlord is suspected of murdering his tennant (to be fair, the bitch should've kept up with her rent).
An area the size of Germany and France combined has flooded Australia (When first reading this I thought/hoped France had been flooded)
Australia lose in the cricket, and start complaining at the fact they haven't been kicking our arses for the first time in 25 years. Whinging convict bastards.

I hope this blog demonstrates the difficulty of writing when you have nothing to talk about, in the meantime, I'm away to Tesco for a cheese and tomato pizza, I've heard they're to die for.

Let's do this shit
CAW