Evening, peoples.

You know, I doubt anyone is actually reading this. What with it being practically in the middle of the week, so as Raye gets stuck up today, it kinda sucks for her. That being said, I’m writing these updates on Saturday morning because Virus moaned at us, so I’ll do the hard bit of actually writing (Short) updates, and the rest can have the trickier job of bobbing for the sweet, tasty apples of humour in the barrel of shite we dub the entry inbox. You know, maybe we should get Steven Fry to write those comparison bits, as I’ve run out of ideas.

Eastwood ~ I-HAVE-RUN-OUT-OF-IDEAS-FOR-SHITTY-DALEK-PARODIES! I-HAVE-RU – Sod it.