Oh For Fucks' Sake dot Com.... I'm back at work, its 11am and I'm already raging with anger, already blogging my little socks off instead of catching up with the Scrotum Clients that I need to call. Fuck them, cunts to a man. Instead, I'm going to get paid to bitch about eBay again...

Bare with me, this is going to be a post containing lots of things.

Rambling bit No1.

My A-Level results were better than I thought they'd be, but not as good as my sixth form wanted them to be. So, I'm getting a Job. Maybe at Game.

I could go into why I don't want to redo sixth form or why I don't want to do a BTEC.

But it would just bore the hell out of everyone and this isn't the place to do that.

Suffice to say I'm fucking annoyed.

Why the long face? Because I'm a Dickhead Horse, that's why...

Having never had the luxury of a lunch "hour" before, this tale takes us to Loughborough , the seat of sports sciences and home of my new job, and to the town centre in search of the last human unifected by a seemingly unstoppable disease destroying our fair isle and this Great Land........

Meet the latest member to Oh For Fucks Sake and the heir to the Delmorpha throne, Ethan, or Mini D as I've dubbed him. Born yesterday at 5:20am and weighing in at 6lb 11oz, hes actually quite a cheery chap even if he is 2 weeks early!

Just to let everyone know, I'm not dead, just not had a lot to blog about recently, although if i was dead here's a list of the people I would like my death blamed on:

Terrorists,

Paedophiles,

Quite frankly I find the fact that bin men are unhappy with their wages an outrage and I cannot believe this; they earn anywhere between £30,000 and £50,000 a year* with benefits including BUPA, company pension, free gym membership and they can keep anything thats being thrown out. I wouldn't mind but the fucking cunts don't even do a proper job any more.

Upon opening the shop today I noticed that there was NO STOCK! Silly Boss Cow had cleaned out the whole shop and effectively closed the business without telling me! What a cow! My alarm code didn't work either, so I just left it running!

Luckily, it had all been just a BIG FUCKING DREAM and that I no longer work there! I now have a much, much better job, at a nice company, working with nice people, which is fucking wonderful! 

Normally the idea of playing a Second Life style game would be like the idea of wanting to play "Staple Gun my bollocks to the table and time how long it takes to get the staples out", but given its web browser version of a Life type game and that i's by Google, I figured I'd at least give Lively half a chance to prove it's worth.