Help! An old duffer in a comedy wig and oversized robe has been talking at us for three days straight and shows no sign of putting a sock in it. Is it actually possible to die of boredom? If so, I'm in trouble. "Summing up", my arse.
Time for some of the good shit I think, to relieve the tedium.*
Cornershop - Good Shit mp3
*Shut Up by Madness would have been a far more appropriate choice for today's post, really, but never mind. This blog is nothing if not completely illogical.
