Cos it’ll mean I’m psychic!
I had a dream last night where a newspaper said that Robbie Coltrane died of a heart attack.
Cos it’ll mean I’m psychic!
I had a dream last night where a newspaper said that Robbie Coltrane died of a heart attack.
You might remember this post back in April of 2006, I told you about a guy in the Melbourne hostel I was in, who I secretly named Cliquemaster Wilson O’Johnson.
The “Wilson” part of his name comes from how I thought he looked like Brian Wilson, but I’d like to change that to “Wayne Arnold”, cos I realised this morning that he looked the double of Wayne Arnold from The Wonder Years:

He shall now be known as Cliquemaster Wayne Arnold O’Johnson.
Naw, there’s nae short way of saying it.

Heath Ledger, aye, but no Beadle. Good auld Jeremy Beadle.

Fuck sake, he could have killed her and got oot by noo, haha.
That disnae make sense, actually.
I think he did it.
Welcome to the new 2008 patter, folks!
I was going to make a post about Steamy Windows by Tina Turner, and that baaaaaaaaa-ba-ra bit after she sings “steamy windows”.
There’s nae point.
Cos I was also going to post the following picture of a Tina Turner tribute act I found:

I may as well just skip the attempt at being funny and let yous aw get doon tae business.