No one died so its ok to laugh at it.
I completed Grand Theft Auto 4 this evening. If you care about how it ends looks away now. Or alternatively don't click on the spoiler tag.
I really liked GTA 4 (well I put endless hours into completing the damn thing, either I liked it or my life is utterly empty. Or could both be true? Hmm) but next time Rockstar could we have missions with a bit more variety. I like murdering with impunity as much as the next high school spree killer, but when I'm kicking back with a video game I like some diversification. Maybe Nico delivers meals on wheels to offset his bad karma caused by using guns to solve all his problems. Oh and drop the girlfriend thing, why the fuck would I want to chase women in a videogame when the only reason I do it in real life isnt going to happen.
Yesterday I woke to find my stomach was doing its best impression of a washing machine on full spin and my legs had forgotten their primary purpose. It was a bad situation. It felt like something was trying to force itself out of me but couldn't work out from which end. In the end my chanting the phrase "Please don't be sick, Please don't be sick, Please don't be sick" worked and the demons in my belly fucked off to torment someone else.
While was lying in my (potential) death bed I happened to watch Jeremy Kyle show. He seemed to having a special where all his guests were victims of severe nuclear melting disease. However I'm informed all his guests look like that. What happened to the days when TV was only allowed to have pretty people on it? At the very least you should have all your teeth, and not look like Major Arnold Toht at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
But enough of this bullshit, here's todays real important news.
Jack Bauer is back to chew bubble gum and kick ass.
Byeeeeeeeeeee............
