Typing Sideways

HAPPY MOTHER FUCKEN NEW YEAR.

I don't know about you, but the second the clock turned midnight I felt relief. 2009 was good but weird. The third bottle of champagne is open. The last bottle was from Ukraine, and it was nice.

I need to try the one that's open now. I hear the word chocolate being thrown about.

I don't know about you but I'm glad I'm inside.

Holy Mother of God, I still have a glass of red wine. I'm saving that for Dylan Moran. One or two? Who can tell these days?

All I know is that everything is going to be ok.

YOu know it, I know it, it's going to be ok. Stick with me, and trust it. It's just alllllll going to be fine.

Chocolate, there's that word again.

Ruffels and pink clouds.

I must go.

But I'll see you soon.

Chow Chow.

Good dog.

Love Monty Python.

Peace.