I discovered yesterday that raw bacon tastes fucking nice.  Seriously.  Kinda like Parma ham… Try it (as long as you don’t blame me if you get Trichinellosis)…

Weetabix can solve global warming.  No matter how much milk you put in a bowl of weetabix, it will always end up dry.  When the icebergs melt, and the ocean rises, just chuck a couple of boxes in the sea and jobs a good un.  Also handy for clearing up oil slicks.

Washing clothes on the highest temperature setting only shrinks them if you do it by mistake…  I have a load of old (read: dodgy ebay) Religion/Ringspun/Surf tees that I’d wear if they were skinnies…  One wash in boiling water later and they are still vaguely normal sized…

Hope of the States are trying to sound like Placebo with their new stuff.  This isn’t a bad thing.

I now have tickets to see Frank Turner’s Campfire Punk Rock thang.  He’s gonna rock.

I’m also going next week to see The Sunshine Underground, Apartment, Marvin and the Gayes, and Yes Boss.

The first three should be good; the latter being “Two Leeds lads who are startling indie audiences everywhere with an crafty blend of sing-a-long choruses, interspersed with intelligent and witty white boy rap”. 

I won my court case against the guy who refused to pay me. He didn’t contest it. He now has a CCJ against him so his credit rating is fucked. I still have no money though. Essentially I have paid £80.00 in court fees to fuck him over, rather than actually recoup any money owed. I guess overall I’ve actually paid money for the privilege of working for someone, which doesn’t really make good business sense…

I can now pay another £35 to have the bailiffs come in. Even then there’s no guarantee I’ll get any money. Our legal system is a fucking joke. I want his testicles in a jar.

Oh and congrats to Mangina, who’s gone a bit Chris Martin by naming his newborn daughter Summer…