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Apologies I've been away so long - despite working for an ISP it seems its getting harder and harder for me to get near an interweb connected computer in what little leisure time I have.

 

Anyway fuck all to report - just thought I'd salute 'The Crippler' Chris Benoit and his outlandish exit from this mortal plain.

 

Obviously there's been a whole shitheap of discussion in the tabloids, and some pretty outlandish details emerging. How many are true I guess we'll never really know but here are my favourites:

 

1. He killed his wife a day before he killed his son, which in turn was a day before he did himself. 3 days seems like a long time to be raging on the roids but hey, can't say I've ever done it so can't really voice an opinion.

 

2. He injected his son with steroids because he was ashamaed the boy was small. Reports differ but he could've been doing this for months or weeks beforehand, or just for a couple of days before he blew his top.

 

3. He killed his son with a particularly deadly version of his famous finishing move the Crossface Crippler. Ouch.

 

There ain't many murderers who'd get a three-hour tribute on tv with some meaty guys talking about what a nice man they were, but Benoit did. I had to snigger at some of the lines though: "The Crippler was a kind and gentle family man"

 

Just read that one back to yourselves.

 

I'll leave y'all be for now, and will be back on Sunday with some more musical treats. Keep the peace X

 

RIP Chris Benoit

I know all y'all's been missing me - I've been burrowing in like the disgusting tick I am, licking the corporate cock of the man and chasing the yankee dollar like no-one's business - overtime is ok when you don't have much else to do - fuck it - I'll be laughing at the end of the month.

 

Anyhoo, got a fucking treat today - and breaking protocol and risking disciplinary procedures to bring you this fuckin gem that i had to dig for. One of the funniest tunes I ever heard, and rarely if ever off my mp3 player. And yes - in case you're wondering - my dick DOES look like macauly culkin - it's uncanny, if not a little terrifying - still - it made me some good money in the early 90's when it starred in numerous festive themed cartoonishly violent feel good family comedies x

 

 

It's probably a fair description but still.

Going old school with the vid today - not even good ole Brian makes 'em like this anymore - even if the tune's getting a little old now, it's still worth sitting through to see him blacked up and riding a pig.

The man is a total legend.

Doing overtime today at work. It's very quiet, very chilled, and I can listen to tunes. Bliss. Never have I enjoyed a day at work so much.

Miracles do happen kids. Sometimes you just gotta grab an oppotunity.

Fuck me, I'm starting to sound like Trisha.

Enough then. Kiss me teef and do a lickle bogle bogle. Enjoy your weekend. I know I will X

 

Friday. Usually cause for celebration. Overtime tomorrow though so bollocks. Then me and Mr Daniels (Jack rather than Paul) will get nicely reacquainted.

For now it seems I am truly on my way to becoming a smart-ass technogeek twat, the kind of man who manages to both patronise and antagonise in equal measure when all you wanted was for your email to work. The kind of man who judges you harshly on your limited knowledge of DNS and MySQL databases, and uses his tenuous intellectual standing in that one moment you misguidely picked up the phone to tech support to crucify you, berating you for not being aware that there's a 72 hour proagation period when changing the nameservers on your domain, and then bragging to his colleagues about what an absolute cnutty disgrace to humanity you are because you haven't written down your alphanumeric password correctly. Oh well. I've been worse.

 

As it's becoming a bit of a habit - here's a tune. Enjoy, and smoke one for me.

 

 

About fucking time for an update I believe.

So then, since I last checked in it's been birthday joy, my booze hell, betty swollocks, kinky sex and top pop totty.

All in all a fine couple of weeks.

Birthday was cool, spent two days in Bristol, jewel of the SW and just about the easiest city ever to score in. Add flowing drinks and 'mates with the door staff' companions and it was a sweet if not sweltering night and dawn of debauchery and goodness. Fucking felt it afterwards though.

The new job continues to excite and amaze. I'm sure it'll get old quickly enough but at the mo I'm fucking digging it, although sadly the biggest thrill may be that I get to wear my own clothes - sometimes I don't believe I'll ever grow up.

Still on a high though from just arriving back from a ball-drainingly good trip to London. Stayed in a swanky-as hotel in regents park, partied at an invite only sugababes gig in camden and got totally utterly fucked up on all the good stuff. Also spent 10 mins laughing with some latino-gangsta like at a bus stop at a drunk dude we swore was shouting 'Adriaaaaaaan - I did itttttt' at the passing traffic. God love the big smoke.

Annnnnyway - fucking tired and blotting out that sinking sunday evening feeling with a bottle of Tesco Australian Red - £2.89 for 75cl - A fruity red, with chocolate and cherry aromas. Best served with spicy Asian dishes or barbecued meats, and the best fucking $3 i ever spent.

Nothing left to do or say other than it was a ledgendary one - Maestro! Where's the music?

Franz

Ferdinand

Does

LCD

Soundsystem.

Nice.

XXX

Ha. 26 now. The fun is officially over. But 26 has been gorgeous so far. Sweet evening out losing brain cells, wearing some fucking mexico bangs and offering people out for volleyball games. And i've realised after too long that i really do love my friends. Not such the cunt I thought I was maybe.

anyway - tune: bark bark bark - i'm needy.mp3

Rock it xxx

Fucking AWESOME mixupmashuptunetunetune.

Cyndi and Dizzee - whoda thought it?

XXX

See.

It's getting very late. What can I say.

X

Words fail me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sfj2RkAeKPE

XXX

Oh yes. I amjustanothercuntwithamyspacepage. Go to it if you wish. Add me as a friend and then never speak to me evereverever again. I love it.

http://www.myspace.com/robjdevilboy



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Just want sleep. Using red wine, endless cigarettes and the dulcet tones and massive twang of Bowie in Labyrinth to keep me going. An eighth an eighth, my kingdom for an eighth (or failing that, my kingdom for a cock this huge).



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Another weekend forever lost in the mists of time. I could've done with one more day, but truth be told I wouldn't have done anything useful with it.

The sabbath was nice. A mix of green, sunshine, gratis public transport (the severn line rules) and brie and spiced plum chutney sarnies.

The picnic theme boiled over to Sunday too, with a trip to the forest with my lady. Nice food, nice company, but not nearly enough dogging for my liking.

I have also downloaded some cool summer sounds which I will shortly add here. I would do it this evening, but am currently balls deep in GTA: Liberty City Stories, so all y'all b*stards can wait.

In other news, I heard my old workplace has been without emails for a week. I lol'd. A lot.

Would never have happened under my watch.

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