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The Vengeful Dead Are Coming For Me!
Jan. 12th, 2006 09:55 amYes, I have the gold bullion, melted into the shape of one of those waving kitties you find in Chinatown.
I was admiring the frosty, sunny, glorious view over Horsenden Hill when I spied an evil looking mist approaching from stinky central London. Ten minutes later all had disappeared into the dense fog. All we need now if for the lights to start working on the Wembley arch and it could all get a bit John Carpenter. I don't fancy hanging from the MYOB roof fending off vengeful ghosts, though.
After finding carrot cake the other night, it all went down hill. I pulled a muscle in my shoulder and found that I'd locked myself out in the pouring rain. Joy. I demanded chips for tea and thought it might be good to test the theory that Pink Fir Apple potatoes make good chips. They don't.
I was admiring the frosty, sunny, glorious view over Horsenden Hill when I spied an evil looking mist approaching from stinky central London. Ten minutes later all had disappeared into the dense fog. All we need now if for the lights to start working on the Wembley arch and it could all get a bit John Carpenter. I don't fancy hanging from the MYOB roof fending off vengeful ghosts, though.
After finding carrot cake the other night, it all went down hill. I pulled a muscle in my shoulder and found that I'd locked myself out in the pouring rain. Joy. I demanded chips for tea and thought it might be good to test the theory that Pink Fir Apple potatoes make good chips. They don't.