Winter will not let go. Bad winter. Naughty winter.

The countryside is yet again swathed in a snowy ejaculation straight from God’s vindictive urethra. Spunked his load all over our plans to venture into the wilds of Nottingham to enjoy a Carribean Jerk experience at Turtle Bay. We promised to raincheck and invited the coloradopod to ours as the snow continued to chuck it’s muck on Blingham.

Started feeling the anxiety pains in my back and ribcage again. It’s a sharp little pain that always slightly worries me when it materialises. I have visions of me clutching my chest asII keel over in an I.T. lesson after destroying a year 8 kid and dying in school. Lucy then travels south America without me. It’s kind of like the story of “UP” but I die in it. It’s the essence of Lethal Weapon… Goddammit, only… two days…. from retirement…. RAAAAAAGGGEEEEE…