It seems to be becoming a bit of an annual event – the same thing happened this time last year – but once again I’ve lost a sodding hubcap from the car.
I don’t know how, I don’t know when. I assume it’s been to do with potholes, big puddles in the road and all that. But I don’t know for sure.
What I do know is that for whatever reason I seem to be really good at losing the sodding things. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a spare in the garage at the moment, but once that one’s used, it’ll be time to buy some more.
Fucking things.
Am I the only one that thinks both John Terry and Wayne Bridge need to grow the hell up?
To me – and I’ll be the first to admit I’m not a great team-player, and don’t give a tin shit about football in general – Bridge’s stepping down from the England team (and thus international football) is a self-destructive dummy-chuck of weapons-grade proportions.
And besides, why on earth does Bridge (and/or the media in general) think Bridge has got any fucking right whatsoever to throw a strop about who his ex-girlfriend decided to be with once they’d split up? Let alone do the full petted-lip and “taking my ball in” strop about it. In the same perspective, what right has Bridge got to throw a strop about who John Terry decides to shag?
I must have missed something relevant in this entire farce, because it seems to me that this is all the kind of thing that most people got over in secondary school.
In yet another “Well that’s not really news, is it?” moment, the Food Standards Agency have said that – shock, horror – food in cinemas isn’t all that healthy. Who’d have thought.
The nutrition watchdog is concerned about the portion sizes of cinema snacks which are often high in fat, sugar or salt
So popcorn, being served in either salted or sweet ‘flavours’ – amazingly that might be high in fat and sugar or salt. What a revelation. Next they’ll be telling me that those hotdog things aren’t good for you either…
