I suppose today being Sunday, it was a typically boring day, shot more things in Plants Vs. Zombies, a silly concept that is sweeping across those with far too much time on their hands, and bought some over priced shirts from Debbiehams.

So to take myself away from the annoyance that MPs expenses are out in the open, and instead of still wishing I could do the same, I have gone on the deep end: Internet Dating.

Yes it’s true, I signed up today in seeking out new lifeforms and new civilations, to boldy go where all those other people who failed to actually acheive normal bonding through normal interaction like other human beings.

Some say it was due to the Lord of Leisure’s previous failure which has brought him to this point, others say it’s the cabin fever getting to him. And then there is myself who says, bugger it, may as well, can do it as a little experiment to see if the things actually works. So for one month only, I am online, again in-between killing zombies with plants and trying it out. No more after that, and will report the findings back here.

Now before you all cry “Paul you desperate widerbeast, what is wrong with you?” The plus side of this is at least, that people on these things are actually looking so you don’t have to jump through all the damned hoops that normal conversation requires.

Strangely, I worked it out with the bad maths prowess i obtained from years of being asleep, it’s a hell of a lot cheaper when meeting as you hopefully don’t spend as long in bars, slobbering over the various people, shouting I love you before collapsing in a pool of your own vomit.

This being the internet, it does mean that lies are the order of the day and therefore, my profile should have included facts such as I am the world’s strongest millionaire who has cured cancer, and basically wants to do nothing else in life but be there for the love of my life, holding her and the 17 kid’s hands together while being able to talk about my feelings.

Though if I actually wrote that on there, I think most would rumble it being a major pile of dog poop.

So I guess time will prove that the money spent on the venture would have been better spent on Cobra beer to take the pain away but never mind. We shall see, and hell what’s the worst that could happen? Aside from another Dr. Pepper advert….

And also, could I put this on expenses as part of the blog? 🙂