The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

You could be right as all my sausage imagery has gone to the bin – so to speak.

Morning

I am not sure I’ve been bacon-hacked, but it is weird how all my photos [including Billy’s “Your Sausage Needs You” piccie] have been buggered about with.

If it is them. I almost have a grudging respect for being so evil.

I did say ‘almost’.

Does anybody else have the same sense of loss? It’s over isn’t it? I mean we can rent ourselves out to meats of our choosing as the Sith but it’s not quite the same. It’s over. We lost. And to add insult to injury you’ve been hacked. I find it all quite upsetting.

How is Andy dealing with all this? How are you dealing with all this?

I feel like I’ve fallen down a hole.

Rob – I think that’s a tops idea, even if it’s bloody Welsh Rabbit, I’m voting for it. Hmmmmmn, maybe I’m a bit hasty.

Andy and George are very, very sad – really quite bizarre – but whereas I am back home in Singapore now, they are still above the clouds probably bitching to every air hostess that is willing to listen to them.

It’s weird – I had to try and explain to Jill why we were so passionate about sausages and I couldn’t actually give her a real answer so apart from the fact I spent hours pressing VOTE instead of doing work/going to meetings/walking around Tokyo, I now have a fiance who looks at me like a stupid pet dog [Red Setter]

Ha

I’m depressed.

I feel empty.

And use your passion to rid the World of psudo-intellectual shite most often seen in advertising on planners blogs. Come on, you know how that gets to you.

Well get a bloomin’ map!

I’m back at work tomorrow so I’ll sort you out via SKYPE …

R

Well how can I help?????

Well, put it this way – the cynic america office is really a “sleeper cell” for internation sausage and so with Andy and George flying back, the attack will be imminent.

PS: For any FBI agents reading this blog, this is not code for some massive attack on your home soil, it’s actually a sort-of daft internet competition to find the best meat. Thank you.

I just have no strength

no body cares. except you rob.

US bacon, you will pay.
Marcus, get a bloody grip.

what the fuck happened? how did this occur? where was our ground support? why did people in europe actually go to sleep? where does this leave us now? why do i feel like theres been a death in the ? why are george and my wife telling me to sort myself out? what is the point of life? why?

Lauren – we need your guiding hand

Mr Mortimer … you are Sheffield’s answer to Ironside. Or Kojak. Or Sherlock Holmes.