  *Like Lloyd, I watched the rugby without giving two fucks, really. As can be confirmed by Inno, I sent a load of text having a go at England. At one point, England had a penalty just a few yards from the line, the Australians were still in front after the 3rd minute try (given away after some twat punched an Australian in the ruck. Gentleman's game my arse), so of course, we go for another fucking kick. Arseholes. Still, hell of a way to win it. Not including Inno and Wragg, a free piece of engineering to whoever can name the other sport we are currently world champions at. *Leeds are shit. Viduka is a lazy fat twat. Harte is the worst player in the league. I think I need a macro to make this typing easier. *Well, I got convinced to get up early on a Sunday morning to go shopping for PAPER~! in York.
If that wasn't pussywhipped enough, it turned out there was a secret agenda to go shoe shopping. Arse. Still, we have a prototype invite and possibly an order of service. *Inness lent us Stuntman for the PS2. Although, like he said, it does encourage you to throw your controller at the wall at high velocity, it's really cool and piss funny. After doing the first film, a typical London gangster thing, I'm now on the Dukes of Hazzard style levels.
It's great, and I'm sure would be a laugh for a piss-up. *More bollocks diproven by the Beeb - it turns out Kennedy probably wasn't killed as part of a conspiracy. Fucking BBC. There'll be nothing interesting left in the world soon with these bastards on it. I tell you what they need to do - an investigation into the Marsh Street Hauntings! EXPLAIN THAT, DYKE! 
