MEMEHUNTER

A whole lot of shakin'...

Well, been surfing around Blogspace again. There's alot of weird out there. A pleasing amount of rational, too, so that's ok. Mind you, one man's rational is another man's whooop flimdoo, after all.
Still worried about depressed youth. One does not sling the entire lyics to a Boyzone hit into a post if one is entirely well. Particularly without comment. Hmm. Mind you, I have enough to worry about without entangling myself in the problems of someone I have never met.

Scary words. But you know what I mean.

Am knackered. Not in a literal sense, that would be unfortunate. I'm pooped. Dog-tired and dust-done. Ready for beddy. Instead, I sit here typin' away masking the fact that I have absolutely nothing of any interest to post about whatsoever. Nothing. Nada. Foom.

Chumley's gone off to Bristol to work with the Beeb. Well done him (well done you). For some reason, he texted me from Golder's Green to tell me he was in Golder's Green. For those of you unaquainted with British geography, Golder's Green is an area of North London and is between his starting point and Bristol in the way that Venus is between New York and Australia. He refused to elaborate, stating only that it made his journey cheap. Also impossible, I would think.

Ah well.

My spies inform me that the new undergrads have all arrived in my new Uni town. First years. All that stuff to go through. No doubt all have arrived assuming they are now grown up, that they know themselves. Heh heh. What fun they have ahead.

Off to lie down for 8-10 hours and pretend to be dead.

Cheers all.

posted by Memehunter @ 11:40 PM