Owing to the fact that this is all static content without the aid of fancy pants video, SFX or indeed that thing called money, use your imagination as we do one of those flashback things that most two part dramas do.

Thrills with tanks…

We all learned more about ourselves…

Several car chases which left us with an overdraft of over £30,000…

The sad loss of the sex scenes with Jessica Biel. They will be missed…

and a cuddly toy! (Everyone cheer!)

With the excitement now at fever pitch, join us for the continuation of this epic saga…

Ok, so the last time wasn’t as fun filled as the pictures above make out, but hey it makes for a cracking opening on another post designed to fill Google with useless results.

Besides, how could you possibly continue on from the last post, which basically blamed the downfall of my writing levels on Everybody Loves Raymond.

Mind you, I never knew the backlash that would result from publicly crying out about my addiction to that piece of televisual crack cocaine. There was only one comment back from James on the blog, but it appears people went out of their way to question my sanity more than usual.

I had no idea that so many despised it’s very existence to the point they would rather spend an afternoon with Golem rather than watch a single 20 minute episode.

“The precious Raymond…”…STOP IT!

With that out of my system, it was time to poke my head from the clouds of the gods and walk amongst the little people, to see what was new, happening, trendy and all those other words that went out in the 1990s.

I took one look and went back to bed. In all honesty the last few days have been more about just staying in, eating vast quantities of Super Noodles, and playing games for 14 hours a day. Granted there have been times where actual work crept in, but in truth, there isn’t an awful lot to report right now.

What it boils down to is the fact I’m trying to save a lot of money right now, and cutting back on the pleasures of life, like:

Those funny sounding coffee things

The high priced luxury take-out food known as Burger King

Trips to well, anywhere that doesn’t take the Oyster card

Showering

Hoovering

Casual Ironing (more as a result of a court order actually)

Lemsip Max Strength

Mastur***ng

No I didn’t actually write that last one, look over there, kittens! (looks worried)

Hair cut, even though right now I can’t see anything

Walking

Forget about the damn mastur***ng alright?!?!?

Hopefully this will all lead to something good, and in the meantime I still have the night school to attend, and those games aren’t going to play themselves. Granted this will lead ultimately to fearing sunlight and wondering what those strange creatures with hoodies are, but I guess that’s the price you pay to be thrifty in these dark financial times isn’t it?

And so ends the post. There was no real point to it other than to update you on the fact I’m still alive. Join us next time when Mr T smashes things over my head while having a panic attack, calling himself “crazy fool”.