Kinda!

Day job still sucks ass. Slightly better than it was but not much! Strikes in the Royal Mail are going to cause a problem, but really, if people are unhappy at work should they not do something about it?

I know there are a lot of people who are going to loose business, but really? Poeple who are complaining they are going to loose business are being a bit selfish and only looking after their own pockets, the Royal Mail staff are trying to look after themselves, their collegues and future employment within the company.

People of Britian as a whole should support the workers and stop the privitisation of the Royal Mail before they realise competition from other companies means they will have to spend more money to send things across the country.

Tell Me? What other company will allow you to send a letter from John o Groats to Lands End for 40 pence. No-one!

And the government say exercise is good for you.

Two days before I go on holiday I decided to go running as I have been doing to many driving jobs and not enough walking jobs as of late for work, this would get me into swing for when I am supposed to be relaxing.

There are fields all around my house and I asked to local farmer if I could use one when there are no animals so I could run on a softer surface than a concrete one. "No problems" said the farmer.

Yesturday I decided to grab wieghts and a drink and go for a run. The field is about 2 football pitch sizes and each time I completed a field, I stopped, put the weights down and had a drink. AaAaaAhHHhhHhh!

On the third time I picked the weights and and started to run off again, suddenly I felt something catching at my feet, it was barbedwire. "Dang, I got all scratched up to, meh!" I picked it up and tried to throw it away. "Wait a moment, thats attatched to my leg!" To my misfortune I ended up with barbedwire imbedded in my leg, twas a bit of a mess.

I walked back to where I could see one of the farmers and said, "Umm.. couldn't do me a favour, gimme a lifet into town," He looked at me. "Sorry, can't, looking after animals." In my disbelief and blood pouring down my leg I asked for some wire clippers, which took him about 10 mins to find. I clipped myself out of the barbedwire, still unsucessful in managing to pull it out. It was jammed right in there.

I drove myself to the local Hospital to find out that the Doctor on call decided that he didn't want to leave his house and said to send me through to another town, to a bigger hospital. Whoop for me.

The lovely nurse packed and bandaged me up and I went to try and get a lift, 2 hours later I managed to get one, after not being able to get in touch with people and not thinking, "Oh I could have called my fathers Mobile Phone, Doh!"

Sometimes my idiocity amazes me.

Anyway I got to the Hospital with the help from mum and dad and Banshee arrived not long after. About 25 mins of waiting I was seen to. Banshee came with me for her own morbid curiosity. Mum and Dad went home.

I spoke to the nurse and gave details, again, even though they had been faxed through from the other hospital, and she had a look at it.

The nurse got a doctor and he looked at it.

Another Doctor came in and he looked at it.

They all agreed to try and freeze the wound and rip it out.

They all watched, including Banshee and her morbid curiosity as they tugged and pulled and laughed at the fact it wasn't budging.

"Mr. Clown, I think we are going to have to cut it from you."

With glee on my face I was injected with a local anathtesia and the doctor took a scalpal to my leg. Banshee, the nurses all watched and I lay there trying to watch, doctors hand was in the way though. I should have charge £5 a head.

After about 20 mins of cutting, the rusty barbedwire, my nemesis, was removed from my body and blood poured out the wound. I now have an impressive hole in my leg.

I would like to thank everyone at the hospitals, they were very good. They were kind and made sure I was confortable and made me laugh. They were great.

I would like not to thank the Government as they say it's good to get exercise and where I live there isn't really a proper gym or facilities to do this.

I have been told now, as I can't go to work because I have a hole in my leg, that i have to either lay in bed or on the couch in my house and do nothing, apart from play games. Banshee and rockchickdonna were quite insistant.

Okies, sleepies now.

OMG!!! SO FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!

Banshee Qwa and I decided to watch The Punisher: War Zone. OMG! Really, really taking the piss outta the Punisher.

Anyhoo, thats not the funny bit.

We have been noticing the gruffness in actors voices as of late, especially since Christian Bails Batman. The Punisher is another one of those movies, so we decided to make fun of it, with a mix of still being the Doctas (Banshees: Dr. Who)companions.

She was in fits of laughter. Just as she decided to drink some Pepsi I decided to say, "WHERE ARE THEY!!" Very gruffly with directly after it "I don't know what came over me there Docta, sorry, "with a very stright face.

Banshee burst out laughing and kept on laughing until she spat and gagged and spewed everywhere while Qwa and I looked in shock and in a lot of amusment.

Qwa's lasagne was very tasty this night btw, but Banshee did mention that it wasn't so nice the second time around. Qwa refused to make more.

You can't get better than talking about zombies on a Thursday night on twitter and hashtags with Agent_M from marvel comics.

He asked people to put forward a Zombie Morrissey.

http://agentmlovestacos.tumblr.com/post/81787786/zombie-morrissey-2-this-one-was-made-by

Gamerz plot-line.

All Lodge wants is for his gaming group to finish their adventure. Unfortunately, they're more interested in seducing barmaids, mooning their enemies, and setting random villagers on fire. Desperate to rein in his players, Lodge injects two newbies into the distrust: a non-player character controlled by Lodge, who the power gamers immediately distrust, and the rarest gamer of all -- a girl. Can the group overcome their bickering to save the kingdom, or will the evil necromancer Mort Kemnon triumph unopposed? A parody of fantasy films and the adventure gaming community, The Gamers: Dorkness Rising is a hilarious romp through the world of sword and sorcery -- in this case, a world of exploding peasants, giant house cats, and undead roast turkeys. Game on!
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I play rpg games and I usually run them, so Banshee thought she would send this as an extra saying what a great Film it would be, see below.

Rewrite needed:

All Ally wants is for his gaming group to get home. Unfortunately, they're more interested in blowing up Ancient outposts and blaming it on others, tree climbing and general backstabbery. Desperate to rein in his players, Ally injects two newbies into the distrust: two NPC's with varying accents and states of pubescence. Can the group overcome their bickering and get back to Earth or will the evil Ra triumph unopposed.

Whadda ya think? Premieres on Saturday lol