I'm back after a while of absence, I would like to say I was taking a skiing holiday in the Alps but I can't. I was at school generally being bored and pishing about. How great? Very bored and I thought to myself, I thought "What can I do?" then I thought "Blog!" so I clicked about a wee bit and tried to remember my password and hey-presto here I am, how good is that? Listening to a wee bit of music - Less than Jake and Howards Alias to be precise - cannae beat Ska-Punk or Skunk as I like to call it, it sounds better than Spunk anyway. I don't really have that much to write about. I need some anger to vent but its already vented. I have nothing to be angry about and you know what? That makes me really angry! I can't moan, I can't shout and I can't complain! Life is pretty darn easy. It's shit. I want something exciting, something I can talk about and above all something that makes people say "Jeezo". Lets face it, telling a story about how you went on a very uneventful holiday and visited a few interesting places would get a boot in the baws fae going on a holiday, parachuting from your burning boeing 747 just before it plummets to the ground like a massive fucking dart; upon landing having to work your way through dangerous woods faced by poisonous animals and losing 3 fingers before heading into a strange city only to find your hotel has been blown up by terrorists. Which sounds like the better trip? Sure the first is safe and you will come back with the knowledge you can do most sums up to 10 on your hands but the second is fun and exciting, plus you can always whip your shoes off to get up to 10 when needs be.