Friday, May 26, 2006

Having ranted at length about commuting in London earlier this morning elsewhere and suffering the indignity of being patronisde about the offside rule by an Argos assistant while buying my work a Subbuteo kit (I don't give a flying fig for football but I know the cocking offside rule), my brain has now turned to so much mush. It's currently fit for only bad links (hello B3ta, long-lost friend), buying crap off eBay and boggling over this.


Is this the worst tattoo ever? No! That honour goes to the one some bloke's got on his leg with Michael Jackson cradling Macaulay Culkin. Oh the horror.

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