I've Run Out of Witty Titles For Now

So, as of tomorrow dinner, the whole Gambia trip will finally be over. We came back 4 weeks ago, but I've had to take malaria tablets every day since. I almost forgot once, but figured that 11.58pm still counts as taking it daily. Thank fook it's almost over.

Nice to see another newspaper report on the Hillsborough disaster, showing that there was, indeed, an ambulance allowed in, which all the legal reports have ignored (as in not overlooked, knew about and left out intentionally)... allegedly (for legal reasons, God knows anyone can get sued for anything these days). However, I must have missed that newspaper report 10 days ago on the Burnden disaster. Or am I making up this disaster? There's also very few mentions of the Bradford disaster, the Ibrox disaster (episode 1 or episode 2) or any others. Let's take a moment for the families of the victims.


Now, one thing that really grinds my gears (copyright Family Guy... can't be too careful) is Alan Titchmarsh and his daytime (well, 3pm) TV programme. Biggest load of crap on telly. I was unfortunate to be downstairs getting a beverage when it came on. Never a good sign when the first impression (the theme tune) pisses you off already. I notice he has now started calling it the AT Show (though I can think of a few letters it's short of...) in some desperate attempt to seem with the times (his words, I'd imagine). First of all, he's trying to target a younger audience (rather than a buggy load of pensioners), which is futile as they are all (or should be) at school at that time. Second of all, he's not even close to funny. Back to your flowers, your gravel, your water features and your grass (no, not that), old man.

And finally, I seem to be getting calls from Unknown Number rather frequently. This is pointless as A - half of the time my phone's on silent and I don't hear it, and I love my ringtone anyway and would listen to it constantly if I could, and B - I don't pick my phone up anyway. It's a thing I do. I just don't pick it up. I saw it on Fight Club, thought it made sense, so now I don't do it. So if you are trying to speak to me, 141ing it is pointless. If you're doing it to get your jollies, it is also pointless. Only other thing I can think of is if it's that pesky ice cream truck driver again, and if I pick up, I will be greeted with that irritating tinny monstrosity that is Yankee fecking Doodle.


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