It’s been a long time (again) and this time I’m ripping off Charlie Brooker, rather than some whiny emo e/n livejournal shit, for your entertainment (?).

So I've not posted for a while, but there's a good number of reasons, the first of which ties in with the post title.

So what's BUPA got to do with anything I hear you wonder out of politeness because you've read this far and you figure you might as well see what it's all about. So here's the thing: I've had cancer. No joke, no exaggeration: I had bladder cancer. It's a mild cancer, easily treated and the long term prognosis is excellent so this isn't a "goodbye cruel world" post or owt like that, so why "Fuck BUPA"?

I have become highly enraged recently by adverts for sale claiming you could "save up to half price" or that there's "half price off". It's just apalling English, it's no wonder the ITV watching masses can't read, write or speak real English if they're bombarded with this shite day in day out.

According to some Evolution Theory Prof. the future of the human race is that we split into two groups- a good looking, tall, athletic, well hung/pertly breasted (delete as appropriate for yourself or your sexual preferences) upper class and a race of stupid, ugly goblins.

The full article: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6057734.stm

Hello! I'm Boris (we'll I'm not, obviously, one of my cats is, but for the purposes of this Blog I am) and this is my first blog entry of any sort ever and you'll see why soon enough I suspect.