Just the Ticket.

These will go spledidly with my new pants:



I will be the most dapper semi-dressed man at the ball. Until they throw me out for wearing nothing but boxer shorts and an oversized bath towel festooned around my shoulders as a cape.

+2 Pants of Fucking Awesome.

Because I like to share:



I must possess these delightful artefacts.

Thought for the Day.

I have a strong urge to buy a pet and call it Hitler.

Informations (Addendum).

I have more in common with Madonna than previously thought. We have both made very bad films.

Son of Spam.

Fresh from my inbox: Largish Penis Garland.

You Probably Didn't Hear It Here First.

After many years of grotesque, cowlike servitude, I am free. This is good news for me, as I was less than fond of both my job and abject poverty. It is good news for my employers, who were not fond of me.

So yes. Freedom...

No.

Aaaargh! Aaaargh! Aaaaargh!



All better now.

Powerful Informations.

Things I have in common with Madonna:

• I used to have a large gap in my front teeth.


• I didn't used to have an English accent.

That will be all.

The Staggeringly Obvious.

I've sat and watched the entire series of Nathan Barley this evening.

It has done me no good at all. But it is very funny.