Monday, 1 October 2007
Will tomorrow never come?
Freedom shall soon be mine!
I have managed to subdue The 'Shorts and strap them down. They're now secured and on ice awaiting transport by Royal Mail tomorrow morning. At least for the first leg of their journey, then they'll be in the hands of whichever unfortunate agency across the pond deals with toxic waste delivery.
I keep finding myself grinning and rubbing my hands together.
Ah, poor Eroswings. I hope you know what you've let yourself in for? In fact, does Texas know what unholy abomination is about to be inflicted upon it?
Hurry up tomorrow. England will soon be a green and pleasant land once more.