Got a digital photoframe doobry from Santa.
In a rush to give it something to display, and stop it whining about the lack thereof, I grabbed the first jpg stuff folder I could think of (no, NOT porn).
Consequently, my room is now invaded and pervaded by endless pics of New Order sleeves and tickets,,,,,and YOUR UGLY FUCKING MUGS, Chuffin hundreds of em!!!!
I keep lookin over and seein Col or Tim, and it's scary.
Worse, there are far too many featuring that awful Hicks woman, who has a history of decimating any computer simulation based pursuit on me......honestly, her texts, emails, calls etc, seem to have arrived in time to cause several train wrecks, a few first corner pileups and at least one instance of spinning into the wall, in the lead, on the last corner!
Now I need onlt become distracted for an instant by the scrolling of a new picture, look over, and there's her elbow, or the back of her bonce, and wallop, I've totalled another surefire win!
She's a curse.
And NO Jemma, it's not cos I'm stunned by your beauty
(tho I am, natch
)
EDIT: Oh, and pics of ATR :shudder: