K8 the GR8

Ok so I kind of monged out there for a while.  A whole load of lovely people linked me and I’m only getting round to saying spank you now, so I’m sorry about that!  I’m all buzzed out on broadband for three weeks so maybe will hopefully make up for it.  I absolutely adore downloading useless crap.

Might even waste a whole day on Roy’s games, because that is what life is for, occassionally.

Hey look what I got!!!  Waxi Maxi gave me this a few days back:

I’m… like… well chuffed, me.  Such a pretty design, it reminds me of the wallpaper my strange friend had once in her bedroom.  Many a strange night was spent in there, so it feels right.  Thank you soundly Quarefella Cane you daft minx you.

So in the proper spirit and stuff, here’s a link to the ultimate creator, Mamma Dawg.  Here’s her idea:

Do you know any bloggers that kick ass?

Maybe they’ve got incredible, original content. Or they’re overflowing with creativity. Is it someone that helps you become a better blogger? Or a bloggy friend you know you can count on? Or maybe it’s someone who simply inspires you to be a better person… or someone else who sends you to the floor, laughing your ass off.

Whatever the reason may be, I’m sure you know at least a couple of bloggers that kick ass. Well… why not tell ‘em so?

OK!!!

First there is Le Craic, who is responsible for this:

… as well as much other kick-ass stuff, like getting a mention in the rags!  About time, I reckon.

Then there’s Well Done Fillet.  A guaranteed crack-me-up.  This blog helps me release a lot of resentfulness for the general public.

Wait ’till you get your specs around Magneto Bold Too, though.  Girl is definately on my wave length and most definately kicks ass.

On a different note, I’d like to note an observation.  I’m sitting in my dad’s throne while he’s away, and I think I may have absorbed some of his ways already.  I just caught myself screaming at SKYtv’s music listings because there’s no classical stuff on there.  Not even in Music Choice.  What bollocks.  I’ve resorted to classic rock and I’m very fucking worried indeed.  This chair isn’t letting me enjoy anything else, not even the alternative stuff.  I’m hearing myself yelling all my dad’s slogans which is pretty disturbing.

I wonder does he have cameras in here?  I’m so paranoid it’s not even funny.