Another website with opening hours. Weird opening hours too. 7am to midnight.

I’m at a loss for words really. Since when do websites have opening hours?

I’ve certainly moaned a lot here, haven’t I? I hope I don’t give the wrong impression.

I don’t think I’m a terribly negative person in real life. It’s just that I’ve tended to use this blog as a place to get stuff off my chest every once in a while. That’s why this thing is so quiet most of the time. I have nothing to moan about!

So, uh… yeah. Good for me, I guess.

Also I apparently loves me some crap jokes.

^*30 posts made in 3 years so it wasn’t that hard!

This stuff is great. It’s like burning to death in a blizzard. What an age we live in.

Hey, look at that. Six months since my last post. May it last for 6 more!

(we join the game already some indeterminate time after the beginning)
—Things it’s not—
blue chip
blue greyhound (seriously)
blue ribbon
blue savannah
blue ink

down to £5000 now. Fuckin’ liars said it would be over after those callers.
blue bayou
blue stocking
blue moon (already had that one you stupid fuck)
he’s dancing again. Fuck’s sake
blue beard (had this)
blue tooth
Ben sez bluetooth headsets: rubbish (waves his arms in the air to signify this)
Blue bird
Blue periwinkle
blue sand
blue marlin
blue danube
blue water – or watter as they apparently say in Sheffield
Ben wants me to buy him a holiday with my potential winnings. Not even for a private dance, you weirdo.
Christiana is back :’(
Hahah! Wiping the coke off her nose. Superb
blue horizon (WTF?)
gorgeous robert says blue eyed boy, natch
Ben dances on a regular basis apparently. He is the new Ian Curtis
Prizes are tax free. Oh boy, I’m sold
blue suede shoes
blue eyes (yeah, I’m sure this hasn’t been done already)
blue lagoon (the first film ever to feature boys and girls kissing according to Christiana)
blue movie (had this before)
now she’s talking about john hughes films. 80s lol
blue moon (again!)
blue watch
don’t forget to set a personal limit, folks! Remember, this is all about taking part and having fun and not at all about trying to get something for nothing
blue stilton
game ends in 3 calls? Thank Christ.
Manchester’s disproportionate participation is depressing me. Come on people, you can do better than this.
Come on callers 3, 2 and 1!
“It’s a stack (stack gesture) race! I can’t really explain it, but it’s a race..to get the stack”
“What’s your answer sweetie?” “Thank you.” “Er, what’s your answer?” “Thank you” “Your answer..?”
blue ball?! Fuck yeah! Sounded like a granny too.
blue seven? What? Oh, blue siren. Denied.
Last caller! Woop!
Oh, there’s still 10 minutes of the show left. Are they gonna drag this out?
Stop saying blue. Please.
Oh boy! Here we go.
Angie, make my day.
Blue danube?! You stupid fuck, we had that.

Real answers were
Anchor
Garter
Jade
Laser (behold the amazing power of HD?)

—Ben’s Boners—

“I don’t want to know the answers”
“Are you writing down the wrong answers?”
“Blue grass. Blue…grass. Blue grass”
“Do you know who we need for this? Bateman.”
“I don’t know the answers. Christiana doesn’t have the answers. We know nothing”
“I’m getting mixed up with winkle pickers” – points to his crotch
“Blue..bluuuue, blue. Blue blueeee, blue”

1. My toilet was fixed
2. I got a bill dealt with in a very satisfactory manner (it was sent in error and I didn’t have to pay it)
3. A memory card for my dreamcast arrived
4. Housing is sorted for next year (though this is somewhat bittersweet)
5. It was sunny and bright and everyone was happy

¹It should be noted that today was better than average, I’d say

Misery 1: I’ve not had a restful night’s sleep since I got back. If it’s not the birds tweeting, it’s the drunken revelers shouting and singing and playing their music too damn loud for 4am. I’ve tried closing the window (but it does get stuffy), I’ve tried earplugs (even though they’re uncomfortable) and I’ve tried both at the same time. None good enough, nor in combination. I have one last weapon in my fight against insomnia. Hypnotics. I’d rather not resort to drugs to help me sleep (for fear of screwing up my sleeping pattern even further), but it’s my last resort.

I promised two miseries, didn’t I?

Misery 2: My toilet has sprung a slow leak.