So that was 2014. A pretty shitty year really, and then, just as a parting fuck you, it stole my fantasy fictional grandfather. Friday night dinners in Stars Hollow will never be the same again.
I saw in the New Year drinking prosecco that tasted of wood while reading a thread on Reddit about an interview about a podcast. Try topping that for glamour and excitement, it's impossible. But enough of my sophisticated lifestyle, I don't want you all getting jealous after all. So I'll just wish you a Happy New Year, and as a special "gift" you can all go laugh at my attempt to write a rap for Algy and Irish's new hippity-hop combo - it's his latest blog entry.
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4/1/2015 04:55:34 pm
Cor blimey, who peed on your metaphorical cornflakes?
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4/1/2015 05:16:50 pm
And also: it's not that bad! It might need a bit of format editing to emphasise how the lines flow - there are inner rhymes that I think are supposed to be end rhymes?
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