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Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Thursday, 3 July 2008

Another hard day at the office

I was wading through the plans today and by 1600 hrs I cracked, had a beer, went out into the garden and brought in the spit roast pole to be drilled and fitted with threaded leg attachements. No pics at the moment as I'm tired and emotional but a little clip from the tea lady;

Maybe its a hint about some gardening? Who knows and who cares?

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