Grub at Pittys!

Thursday of this week Bum Stiley and I have decided to have a grub up.
Tenderloin of pork rolled in various spices with potato cakes, green beans and a shallot and red wine sauce.
This being the new thursday night (little saturday!!) as opposed to sitting in the poppe inn getting thoroughly pissed and burning serious holes in our collective pockets.
Now carter my dear little melanoma on the arse edge of humanity we both know that these best laid plans will end in complete and blithering intoxication of the most paraletic kind, what with a barely cooked lump of pork and some sludge that is probably remeniscant of baby sick.
Basically what i'm trying to say is any excuse for a piss up!
Friday morning i will have that rather sickening pain like someone has forced 2lb of raw sausage meat behind my eyes, and breath that smells like me mums cats fanny mmmmmmmmmm!!!!
I LOVE BEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!
Be with you soon MAGGS!

Saturday Nights

Once I had finished screwing my toe nails to our wooden coffee table on Saturday night i realised that the Twat Factor was Polluting my rather sweet flat screen HD ready TV,
being bowled over with such enthusiasm i took my place on the sofa to start viewing an hours worth of complete and utter cat sick.
Once again the usual crew were there pontificating at there little muses,
Carrying on like they have all led these trail blazing careers in the music business,
I mean what have Danni Minogue, Sheryl Cole, Sonita, Simon Cowell and Louis Walsh actually brought to the music world?
Who the Fuck Knows, I am and always will be totally mystified by the phenomena that is plop factor!!
This Saturday I'll be inserting an hb pencil into my Japs Eye and taking a bath in hot tar so that i can narrowly avoid be assaulted by the travesty that is the aforementioned shite!!!!