Showing posts with label burning pains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label burning pains. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 June 2008

STILL ON THE SCOTCH TIP...


Scotland will forever haunt me, especially inventions such as "The Munchy Box" Warning: if you've just eaten, probably best to let it digest for a while before looking.

Saturday, 7 June 2008

5 HOURS OF THIS:


I'm on a train coming back from Scotland, I've got a stinking hangover and am currently surrounded by 15 year old screaming Scottish girls banging out their Cascada and Scooter CDs drinking Irn Bru and Vodka mixers - and it's only midday. The thumping headache I have has now become synchronised with H.P. Baxxter screaming "It's 3am! Bring the Machines!". It's like having rancid cheese poured into your ears when you've just been woken up from a lobotomy. I recorded the bastards so I won't suffer alone.