Well, life appears to be improving somewhat rapidly. As odd as it sounds, the bankruptcy has made life so much better within a couple of weeks - we've only been hassled again by one creditor, but even then I took immense joy in phoning them up and declaring I was bankrupt. They still demanded that I made a payment to them, but after swiftly and sternly telling them that they've had my BR details and any further demands for payment or contact that didn't go through the court will result in them being...

Kryten

Horrible :/

I say assault, it's horrible enough that it could be murder very soon.

3 moronic kids, 15 - 17 years of age, wandering on the other side of the road from us. Bloke pulls over in his car and has a go at the ringleader, who's obviously just walked into the road in front of him as they so often do around here.
As soon as they get into a bit slightly back from the road, there's a blow -punch, kick, stab, something. The driver goes down.
This chap...

Kryten

Not today's race, as it where, but I thought I'd let off some steam about the state of F1.

The politics is one thing, the red tape and moronicness of the rules, regulations, supposed cheating and spying, decisions made whether right or wrong - but that's a small part of the problem.

The drivers. What a bunch of fucking pansies. I might be a Hamilton fan through and through, but something in today's paper made my blood boil. Apparently, half of the drivers on...

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Just thought I'd post a brief update on Baby James' progress.

6 weeks.
Christ, that's gone quick. Working late shift is messing with my head something chronic.

James is doing mightily fine though, had his last major checkup today to make sure the early heart murmers were within limits and normal - all checks today show he's clearly absolutely fine and showing higher than normal cognitive skills, which is a tad odd but nothing to be concerned about.
Certainly...

Kryten

How on gods earth does a blokes bladder and manhood know when it's nearing a toilet?

Nearly every time I need to have a pee, yet perfectly able to control it ("Just think I'll hold it till I'm finished this bit of work") and pass near the toilet, something triggers and suddenly my bladder wants to race me to the toilet.

Bugger - time to run. Off to the toilet, the need to urinate getting stronger and stronger all the time. Get into the cubicle/to the urinal...

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