There's always something vaguely optimistic about Thursdays.
In a vain attempt to avoide the chuffing world cup I had an extreme music afternoon Sounds of Sadism, Controlled Bleeding, Melt Banana. This finally provided the spur for me to start converting my flat from the rancid stoodent pit of the last four years into a place that I can inhabit comfortably, sod that - I'll settle for being able to see the floor.
In a vain attempt to avoide the chuffing world cup I had an extreme music afternoon Sounds of Sadism, Controlled Bleeding, Melt Banana. This finally provided the spur for me to start converting my flat from the rancid stoodent pit of the last four years into a place that I can inhabit comfortably, sod that - I'll settle for being able to see the floor.