Crazy What You Could've Had
Hang About, I Didn't Give It A Name
Well, here I am in Canterbury. Made it, got fucked off a
bit by the trains, and in a subtle twist of irony, got to
call Darren Gough a twat when he was on my train, and then
literally made his name mud by the end of the night.
I didn't find that out 'til this morning though. That's a
whole other story, though.
More soon. Maybe. I don't know.
WILT? That frankly bizarre and quite irritating sound of
loads of people typing, quite fast, at once. Its like a rap-
backing track with none of either the fun or the actual
I bet if I was inside a hummingbird it would sound like
this. It'd be less likely to contain cricket reports,
though, but only marginally.