Major drama pyjama brama!!!
I had a little problem with my car yesterday - basically it's an auto gearbox problem and IT'S TERMINAL!!! I've spent since yesterday afternoon trying to get it sorted/moved/repaired (It's still in Ashford in Middx. having died on the way back to Croydon from Heathrow with 100 LP's and 50 DVD's on board. These had to be shifted, ASAP, (ironically to be collected by UPS before 6.00pm to be stuck on a flight to Australia out of Heathrow that evening!) in a large plastic laundry bag by public transport WITH ONE WORKING ARM!!! NIGHTMARE!!! trying to struggle through Rush hour commuters

....35kg in a bag with thin plastic straps...

Back up there today (it was nursed into a 2 hour parking bay and when I got back this morning I had no parking tickets strangely but thankfully) to try to sort it but a couple of phonecalls and I've decided to scrap it from where it lies - however, basically, no car, no work! Oh Dear! What to do? Spend money I don't have on a car to basically work for no real financial benefit? Go back onto benefit? (I have had utter nightmares with the Inland Revenue over my disabled/self employed status and with my disabilities that shouldn't be a problem but not really my style)

Give up work and become a student? A lot of serious thought over the next couple of days...
Anyway, in the short term how did I deal with my little problem? I went and got a couple of tickets for BF53!!! I don't (didn't?) earn a lot of money, don't go pubbin' very often and BANGFACE is really the one night out each month where I let my hair down.
You lot are really gonna see me in a full on release the frustation session next month!
My body? Well, not so much a temple as a fucked in, shat upon, pissed up, puked over rusty old bus shelter with all the glass kicked in, and I'll treat it accordingly. If that's alright with you?