So I'm waiting in for Parcelforce this morning, and need a shit. Check the online tracking and he's still about six miles away. "Plenty of time!" I thought.
No.
Upon the very first plop, there's a knock at the door. Course there is. Sod's Law, init. :/
Panic ensues.
I stand up, pants adrift, thinking how can I make this look like I'm not mid-shit? Open the bathroom window to lean out, bottle of domestos in me hand like I'm just doing a bit of cleaning!
See, slimer being the *cartoon* aspect of the originals worked for me, he had character, I always related to him as some ghosty dog... He was his own little thing. And now they've decided to "cute" up Baby Yoga styleeee Mr Staypuff, cos thats all it is if you ask me. So yeah, agree, not really taken meself with that trailer, and, like someone mentioned in the youTube comments, I hope this is a "dream" sequence in the film, but you just know its not.
Ouch!... Watching the Formula 1 series on Netflix last night. Superb. Last night there were behind the scenes on the Grosjean crash...Emotional but thrilling stuff.
Eek. Had injector problems on my Mk3 Mondeo - turned out three of them were bad (one VERY bad), and the remaining one was in the brink. Had all four replaced for a gnat's cock short of £900.
Sold the bloody thing after it let me down yet again on the first day of a touring holiday around Southwest England.
Gfk: I know how you feel. This month it could be a toss up between paying the car insurance in full or at some point getting the bloody thing repaired as it looks like a diesel injector is about to fail. The car insurance will cost a lot less that the repair.
Tell ya, if I get one more email from holiday firms asking which places in a list I'd love to go... I'm gonna round house kick this monitor right into the neighbours bog over the road... Not sure they've noticed, but... I CANNOT GO ANYWHERE!!! :/
