Monday, March 13, 2006
Welcome Burberry Fans Of New York!
I see that a few Americans have been visiting the site after reading about us at the New York Times (was that the one Superman was a janitor at?) So I'd like to say G'day Cobbers in true west America style! Throw a shrimp on the barbie and come on in!
I'd like to point out there is no Burberry here other than that you can buy - here's some nice stuff for you if you loves the mighty 'Burb like what I does. Its all honest to god good stuff, none of it at all Splott Market. Choose a nice item below if you want's some.
In other news me loves - Owwww! My broken wrists are still killing me. It'll be weeks before the plaster comes off and if I have to have Ashanti bath me one more time with her big cold hands, I's likely to cry. Typing with aching fingers is no joy. Deke's been lovely, he's been around a few times with flowers and booze, the poor guy is really feeling bad about what happened. I still love him though, it'll take more than that to get me off him!
I'm amusing myself at Dio's new site (he bought me a bottle of Tesco's Vodka to plug it for him) and have posted there in the past, but he's tarted it all up and changed it so I's been reading stuff and learning about ghosts and UFOs and stuff. Come and join us to talk about the Weird and unusal at the Weird Nations Forum, its more scary than Ashanti on the rampage after 17 double Baileys!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Having A Break
Remember me? Phew, its been a good few weeks since I talked to you. I have to be honest, its been a rotten past fortnight for me, this is the first time I've been able to share it with you.
After the joys of Paris on Valentine's Day, Deke decided to spoil me some more and to take me on a trip down to the Gower in Swansea as it was the weekend before me birthday (February 27th). We had a run down the Mumbles Mile and a romantic one-on-one parked up in the carpark at the back of Caswell Bay. All was going well, we were nicely mashed up after several Breezers and a few more Vodka's and the only people in the car park.
Once again the rig was a rockin' and was groanin like Ashanti's bra. We were going at it doggy style and we was rollin' around when I put my hands on the cab door to get some leverage and push back. I felt him going bonkers so I gave a big push. There was a click, and the next thing I know I'm falling head first to the car park floor.
There was an awful snapping sound and shooting pain. I looks up and I sees a naked Deke wobbling out the door in the nude, looking down and laughing at me. I try to laugh too realising what just happened, but I well up and start balling my eyes up. The stupid bugger was half cut and hadn't shut the door properly. He was too gone to drive, so we had to order a taxi which took us to A & E at Morriston Hospital.
It was a good job I was so mashed as it took most of the pain away, but slowly I could feel a numb burning in my wrists. We'd struggled to get me half decent when the cab turned up for us. I knew something was very wrong. I got to spend the remainder of the night in the hospital, surrounded by a raft of Swansea blokes in various stages of bruising and bleeding and slowly I sobered up. The pain was incredible.
So, there you go, now I have both wrists in plaster (1 break and 1 fracture) and am utterly fed up. Asahnti's been here to help me with lots of stuff, as has Nanna. Shant's has also had to help me bath and stuff. Today's the first day I was able to use my fingers enough to post, and this has taken me most of the day. If I'm not around so much you know why. I's going to get utterly pissed now to take the pain away somemore. Thank god for Tia and Tyson, otherwise I'd have starved.
