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Well?

Today was ace. Up at the crack of dawn to walk the dog over crispy and chilly fields, buy the missus some flowers and do a bit of shopping, let her have the privilege of cooking roast beef and all the extras for lunch, have a bit of a nap, then Top Gear on the telly. Lush.

Yours?

Hamilton winning the F1 title and me getting pissed would probably do it.

Were you in the dog house??

I wish I could've watched top gear! Had to watch dancing- which is also good mind!  :-[

Wake up, walk the dog.....the world has been taken over by the undead. Apparently there's no more room in hell or something. Luckily I manage to make it to the nearest off license/gun shop and spend the next few weeks drinking, eating savoury snacks and seperating zombies from their heads with an impresive selection of hi-tech weaponry. Jeremy Clarkson knocks on the shop window. He's a survivor and wants to come in and join my one man army of survival. Fuck that! I blow his brains out! I'm down to my last 5 cornish pasties and I fucking hate Jeremy Clarkson.

Three points in the morning, heavy celebratory lunch -time,roast dinner at 5,listen to the Fall as a reminder of a great gig on Sat--nowhere near as good as Spacey's though!