The day Diana died, I woke up feeling fairly miserable, as my Nan had died the day before.
So whilst we sat, listening to all the simpering fuckwits going on about her on the radio, I couldn't help but think "Who really gives a shit?"

Also, I remember on September 11th 2001, I was at school, on my way from History to Textiles, when a lad who had been giving me shit put me up against a wall. I returned the favour, only pushed him back quite a lot harder, leading to him falling out of the open window (ground floor, low windows in the corridor). I walked off absolutely cracking up, and was in an excellent mood until I got home, and walked in to see my Dad watching TV. As this was a rare thing, it piqued my interest, and I sat and watched it with him. Bit fucking mental.

Alt: Nothing wrong with chocolate cake.

AltAlt: When you look as old as Monty.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:22, 1 reply, 13 years ago)

Do you have any female relatives that are alive?

( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:26, Reply)

4 Aunties (I think), 2 sisters, 2 sister-in-laws, 1 cousin.

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:30, Reply)

It's only a matter of time AA, only a matter of time.

( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:31, Reply)

This is true
3(?) of the Aunties have beaten cancer already though, so I'm not sure whether they have more or less time than the others.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:37, Reply)

probably less. Just to be a debbie downer.

(Poppet some assembly required., Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:43, Reply)

+und

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:44, Reply)

god that took me a minute...

(Poppet some assembly required., Wed 23 Jan 2013, 8:47, Reply)