  Damned fucking bastard pension company. I cannot withdraw my pension as a lump sum, so it looks like I will be in poverty for a year.
But hey, at least I’ll get an extra £2.56 a week when I’m 65, 70, or 75, depending on whatever fucking age they make us work to in the future. Work have given me a project! Un-fucking-believable. It’s only a small one, but still. The Mrs suddenly decided yesterday she wants to go camping, possibly in The Lakes. Arse. There goes my weekend of playing on the Playstation and staring at my niece. I don not see the appeal of camping.
I went with Cubs and Scouts and it wasn’t that great. The last two times I slept in a tent, it was in the knowledge that I was going to see some good bands the next day. And, just to make me really full of joy, The Daily Fucking Mail have started a “Ban this sick filth!” campaign to try and stop violent video games after some kid killed another kid due to an argument over the amount of money one owed the other for drugs… sorry… after playing Manhunt.
Maybe if the fucking parents of this kid stopped him dealing drugs and enforced the classification on the video game, he wouldn’t be a murderous little shit. Who knows. 
