Hmm.
Weekend: yes, it is. But only just.
Face: set to stunned.
Miles: Hunt, yes, off to see the Stuffies support the Levellers in a few weeks.
Tunes: prefer lockets, meself. Honey. Mmmm.
Tired: and exhausted, is the name of a motor repair company around these parts. It's funny because it's a play on bits of a car, see?
Remarks: some people deserve a slow and painful death. And then to be resurrected so they can experience it all over again, ad infinitum. I am in no way pissed off at how some people can just get away with fucking other people over, no siree, Bob.

Right. I need a haircut, even though it's arse o' clock.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 13 Feb 2011, 22:10, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Anyone in particular?

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Sun 13 Feb 2011, 22:18, Reply)

A few people.
No one from here though.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 13 Feb 2011, 22:20, Reply)