Accusations of a Clouseaualike

The more I think about it, the more I would like you to be quiet and never speak again. Perhaps you could become some kind of religious shut-in who pretends to have taken a vow of silence but, in actual fact, just has nothing of any interest or use to offer the world.

Mull that over.

Today has been one absolute constant barrage of stuff and consequently I’m now quite stressed/spiced out on Barr’s Ginger Beer. I’m not going to tell you about it; you don’t care and why would you? Exactly.

What I am going to say is that I anticipate tomorrow being a much better day because I’m off to Manchester for Paul Scholes’ testimonial match against The New York Cosmos. After that, I’m getting my arse into town to attend the quite wonderful Mondo Pop at Trof NQ. I’m looking forward to these things but I need to get the things that I need to finish done before I can even throw some things in a bag to go.

So… uhh… this was an utter waste of two usable minutes. Whoops.

Tom Hardy’s great, isn’t he? He’s part of the Nolan clan. He’s been in Inception and now he’s going to play Bane in the new Batman film which will be just wonderful, I have no doubt of that.

However… what if Tom Hardy was actually a complete basket-case? What would happen then? Well, you’ll have to read this week’s Readers’ Letters from hecklerspray to find out.