When you are forced to sign up to a blog at knife point.
Tonite was my lucky night..
'Put it down put it down', i yelled as i could see Alan charging towards me with a slightly un-sharpened Anthony Worrel Thompson pig carver from, at an estimated guess, 756.12 miles away.
Should send that back, 3 year warranty on those things..
So here i am, i'll be filling your heads with mindless blogshite from now until its shut down because some massive American Corporation will buy out the company and turn their offices into a mini-mart filled with over priced Nam-breads.
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