Category: Reckons

It is with a heavy heart that I must sadly inform you of the death of my friend Bully the big fish.

My broken finger is still broken, fucking bastard vulnerable body. Why couldn’t I have been built of Adamantium?… Mum?!

Some of the search strings which have lead to my site so far this month:

• bbq photos and retard
• dinner and a monkey
• dodgey
• fuck the monkey

I just met Mohammed Ali at the St Lukes shopping centre, he engraved a name tag for George. He didn’t seem to have any noticeable signs of parkinsons.

I’m still having a hard time getting out on the street on my new skateboard, some of my neighbours are skaters, and I don’t want them to laugh at me fucking around being a complete n00b… How slack am I?.. Sheesh.

George now has his own webpage.

Oh, I also got a skateboard… But haven’t had a chance to ride it outside yet. I predict more broken limbs. I’m going to have to get in touch with young Francois, and see if he’s still playing with his one.

George — amazingly — actually seems to be starting to get it already, he went and did his business right next to his litter tray. Good boy, George!.. 😉

His name is George, and he’s a 9 week old lab / staffy cross… Being 9 weeks old, he’s completely clueless about pretty much everything… Doesn’t really know that weeing on the carpet is a pretty bad idea, or that you can use stairs to travel between floors (he just sits at the top or bottom and cries until some carries him to the bottom or top).

I’m going to be very happy when he’s house trained… And when he learns to respond to his name… And stuff.