Another day, another missed parcel card. . not the end of the world you say, just go and collect the parcel from the sorting office, where the friendly staff will take care of you, no worries..

So here i am minding my own business surfing the net, its late, theres not really much on tv, so ive got Bones on Sky One on..

Now im not sure how many people are familiar with the advert structure sky use but this late at night it goes like this...

Program finishes
Show sponsored by EA GAMES
Text Date to 80098
Text PLAY to 89991
Text Girls to 89777
Show sponsored by EA GAMES
Program starts.

Notice a trend there. God i hate these adverts, i cant believe that there's that much of a market for them that they need to advertise and theres so many.

To be blunt about this first of all, let me say that all Charity Muggers are fucking Cunts, and deserve to be beaten about the head with their clipboard until they stop twitching.

Today, myself and Mrs Retardo were taking a delightful stroll around our fine town, taking in the sights of the beautiful French Market here this weekend, when we made the mistake of not paying attention where we were going, and ended up being in the path of a Charity Collector, not a tin rattler, a direct debit details collector.

As i sit infront of my PC, i cant help but glance out of my window, and watch in disgust as herds of fat, single women trundle past with their collection of ugly illegitimate children, Pasty Babys the lot of them.

The reason for this is this, Its 15:30, on a weekday, and my street is situated 10 seconds away from a school.

These freeloaders use my street as their own personal carpark being the actual street the school is situated on is permit parking, whereas my street is not.

Well then, here goes with a quick introduction,

I know nobody here personally, and am a relative newcomer to the blogging scene (this is my first Blog -Post Ever) Im a 30 year old male, with a healthy interest in gaming, but unlike the stereotype am married, with the 1st child on the way, I work in a job i hate (dont we all) for not enough money, however this job does put me in daily contact with the meat of this blog, people, more namely customers, customer who are more Cunt than Person.