The country decided that chopping off its nose would teach its face a lesson about how to smell.
Another unelected person becomes PM (but the mainstream media doesn’t moan about it this time for some reason, anyone would think that certain party donors own the media…)
Turns out the brexit campaign was full of lies. Who knew? Oh wait, those of us with more than two brain cells to rub together
Manchester Comic Con finally announces more guests. Most of which are COMPLETE nobodies and TWO are from storage hunters. WTFDTHTDWA* geeky?
The weather is wet. Everyone complains. Then the weather dries up and tries to melt Britain. Everyone complains. Just as planned.
I’m now doing Preston comic Con to make up for Manchester somewhat seeming…
shit somewhat lack lustre.
I’m going to both Cons as Jayne, with Kibby going as wash, my costume is 90% complete. Just need to make a free hugs (in my bunk) sign, for obvious reasons.
A nerf rapidstrike is being used for Vera.
I went for a little fall and have completely destroyed the tendons in my right ankle. Consequently can’t walk that far or fast…
Jayne will now have a crutch, and a limp.
I am now playing Stardew Valley, and it’s a nice un-manic game a bity like Harvest Moon
Robot Wars is back on! Razor…was poorly driven.
However, the biggest news is…I now play Magic. Curse you Kibby!
I will return.
*What The Fuck Does That Have To Do With Anything (which is an acronym that I’m sure I’ll get use out of)