Well its safe to say redtubes finest have done it again. But here comes the question that has been puzzling men for centuries. What to do during the recovery period until the next one? Like Renton in Trainspotting, mylife is just a series of events until the next hit, and unlike Mark Renton, I will certainly not being going cold turkey (Especially with that creepy baby on the celing. Creepy as fuck that. Non trainspotting viewers, dont worry, there is no baby on my roof). In this case, I've decided to write a blog, whilst listening to Radioheads new album. It will be mildly interesting to see which one I enjoy more, as as much as I like a few of their songs ('Karma Police', 'Everything in its right place', certainly not 'Creep'), I've never been quite sold on them. So far, my favourites are Lotus Flower, Morning Mr Magpie and Codex, in that order. But now I'm rambling.
So what to discuss in the blog today? Well, during the positively thrilling Business Management prelim today, we discovered that we can add chairs to never ceasing black hole of bitterness that is 'Things that Liam Daly hates'. Now I'm sure we all have sat on particular chairs we dont particularly like, but to hate chairs in general? That is truly something. As much as certain chairs dont neccessarily please by buttocks, I think its fair to say that as an ethnic grouping, chairs do rather well for themselves. We make them to sit on, and they fulfill that role admirably. Liams Goldilockslike dissatisfaction with something most view as OK will eventually lead him into trouble, and I'm counting my lucky stars he's not going to T in the Park this year. Amongst several thousand people bouncing to the Mau5, his dulcet Scottish tones inform us that, contrary to popular opinion, 'This is fuckin' pish'.
With the completion of the Bus Man prelim today, I now have no more exams left, meaning I get 5 days off till i'm back at school. During this period, I am fairly sure I will spend my days watching Inglorious Basterds on a constant loop. Y'know, cos its the best film of the last 10 years (Other than Toy Story 3, which, if we're all being honest, beat the original hands down). Meanwhile, all you pricks will be working. 'Get it roond ye' as Sam Robinson would say. At least until he was unable to speak after being knocked over by the wind or something equally pitiful, Tom Haywood maybe.
In other news, Partick Thistle lost in the Europa League semi final to PSV today, despite winning the first leg at Firhill 2-1, we lost 3-0 in Holland. I've spent 3 years building that team up, and nothing made me prouder then seeing Don Cowie lead the team off the pitch after that game at Firhill. Ever since bringing him in on a free in the summer 2011 transfer window, he has been an absolute gem for us, full credit to him and the boys for getting us to the CIS cup final and third place this year. My contracts up at the end of the year, and I've been strongly linked with the Malaga job, but I'm enjoying my time here, and despite the financial constraints I still feel I can add quality to this squad, and me and assistant Davie Weir will be scouring Europe for talent.
That concludes the blog for this evening, and probably forever, as to be frank, I'm only doing this because I'm bored off of my tits. If any of you cunts want to start a blog, be my guest, just dont bother telling me that it was me that inspired you to start it, as, to be frank, I dont give two shits about you or anything you have to say. Now fuck off.
