Go On Popey...You Know You want to, Shock Horror...Hannah and Shantelle Make Up...AGAIN, Pope and Queen Fact

I can’t recall what happened on Thursday; I was supposed to collect my bike that afternoon (the shop rang me at 11:00 to say it was ready). However when Deb came home she told me we had to do something else and that there wouldn’t be time to fetch my bike before the shop closed. The thing is, that, try as I might, I can’t for the life of me recall what it was we did. I’ve been racking my brain for the last half hour but it’s still a complete blank. I’d ask her when I get home but I doubt that she’ll recall either. Worse still I’m completely at a lose to recall anything else from that day either; I’m pretty sure I spent some time on Twitter and I think Hannah and Shantelle made up, ready for the next argument, but apart from that nothing. So what am I to write about this negatively momentous day? I can’t do less than two hundred words as that’s become my personal minimum. I’ve a few to go before I reach that magic number and I’m struggling for something to say. Luckily waffle appears to have carried the day because this is number two hundred and seven. Oh I’ve just remembered that bloke from Rome, the one in the dress, arrived in Scotland and proceeded to blame people like me for every ill he could think of. nice try Popey old chap but it’s still your priests who are guilty of systematic child rape and your church that’s guilty of covering it up. I hadn't realised that he arrived in Scotland to meet the Queen because as the head of the Church of England she couldn't meet him on English soil; how quaint!

Buggered Bike, £120 Repairs!!!, Shock Horror Hannah and Shantelle Fall Out (Over Demi, this time)...AGAIN,

I’m not sure if I went to bed in the morning after Deb and the kids had left; most likely dosed on the sofa while trying to watch Jeremy berating today’s chavs. I’d had to use Nat’s bike the previous night for my beer run to ASDA because my bike’s back tyre was completely flat. Further inspection revealed it to be completely withered and we finally decided to get its long overdue service done. If only I’d known how bad it was, no wonder I’d felt like I was peddling treacle and was sweat soaked on arrival at work. New tyres, new brakes, new gears and a general overhaul were required to return it to its original pristine condition. It cost me £120 all told and I was advised it would be available to pick up the next day.


Shock horror; Hannah and Shantelle have fallen out again, over what this time I’m sure I don’t know. I do know, Hannah is friends with a girl named Demi at school who Shantelle doesn’t like and who doesn’t like Shantelle in return. I don’t know if they have ever actually met but this appears to have no bearing on little girl’s squabbles. The upshot was that Shantelle, who seems more insecure as each day passes, told Hannah that she couldn’t be friends with the both of them. Han’s response, reasonably enough, I’d say, was to say that Demi was her friend at school, Shantelle attends a different school, and that she never played with the both of them simultaneously so what business was it of Shantell’s ? Well that was it, if Han was Demi’s friend then she wasn’t Shantell’s; this is becoming ridiculous they’re falling out, with each other, every other day at the moment. Only six words to three hundred and three!