Those of a nervous disposition...

...Might want to look away now. Was talking over dinner last night about bitterness and this threw up questions concerning what i was bitter about given my apparent laid back demeanour. My immediate response to this was a whole cornucopia of things. Example, this morning tried to get insurance for my house contents at which point i was re-directed to numerous polite but ultimately useless people. I think there also comes a point where call centres need to be in the UK (how can you mis-hear Munro as Mxwro- I'm not joking). The primary one though was that i have no real outlet or means of dealing with the emotions that i go through. I don't have a hobby in which to push/vent my rage, don't have anyone i can talk to about them (i also think the expectation placed in such a scenario is far too great), i don't have a regular prayer thing and i think taking up smoking and drinking too much would be frowned upon. Therefore, although thororughly inappropraite this page may become slightly more vengeful and full of bile but hey if it makes you uncomfortable, don't read it.

The Stevey G thing is something about seeing someone so committed and passionate that even though the world thought Liverpool were beaten no one appeared to have told him. I know it's obscenely trite but that's the reason.

Thankfully only got 18 essays to mark and not the 30 i had feared but they need to be done by Monday-ouch!