… I’m still in love with Stéphan Guérin-Tillié.  Corr blimey.

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I knew the French were useful for something other than say, boiling snails, eating cheese and being generally some of the most annoying people in the world (next to the Americans), it’s hardly ever shown but let it be seen by all I tolerate the French people as a whole only because without them I wouldn’t have my Eurovision, “French Fries” (I know their Belgian, but lets face it who the hell are the Belgians anyways, without the French they’d be Swiss chocolate makers) and liberal abuse of the Eurozone economy. But other than the obvious irrational stereotyping and SPEAKING .. SLOWLY .. AT .. A .. LOUD .. TONE I must admit this is why I love my French people. They’re far too attractive and manage to make rather good films (and cheese with a casually low VAT rate on drink).Today I witnessed their kind of film, “Juste Une Question D’Amour“, which nearly made me cry. But in fairness I’ve got a really bad cold so it’s debatable if it were to be phlem coming out of any oriface it could (like a bad bukkake in reverse).

I would advise you watch it as that rather tasty chap takes his top off (among other things) so if you’re not in to that emotional bollocks at least you, the pause button, god and dead-grandma (who are all omnipresent) can have about 5 minutes to yourself. Huzzah!

Visit Tomboy.dk, click on Menu > Video and then watch for the infernal reference as below:

…. and have been looking through my Pictures folder:

This is just a test post as I’ve installed a VOX crossposter to my LJ crossposter.

I hate Tescos, Sainsburys and most shopping places. They anger me from start to finish. Today was no exeption to my ANGER. As I swung in to Sainsburys car park, some elderly tosser approached the juntion as I was mid flow and he was far enough to see that I was half way in to his ‘lane’ (I use the term loosely) as they built the kerbs in a stupid bollocks way all you can do is overshoot it a bit.

Anyways, as he parked up in front of me and stared as they do I just sat there waiting for him to move as I’m now stuck. He sat there still. Until I got annoyed enough to do a 2 point turn and drive over the kerb before calling him a bell end as I parked in my space. He probably didn’t hear me because he’s an ignorant old tosser.

Anyways, after that joy I packed up by handbasket with heavy crap and pushed my way through the crowds of zombies with their screaming children who they aren’t beating enough at home. I then got stuck be hind this silly bitch who desperately needed to buy a clue as she blocked me from getting to the till while she faffed about trying to figure out the complexity of a queue.

Then she finally decides to use the till I was at. There was a full free belt-thingy to put her small basked of stuff on to. Unlike most people who would use as little room as possible to allow others to put down the basket that’s tearing the limbs off others down, she instead managed to spread her shit from one end of the belt to the other and didn’t quite realise your lettuce doesn’t have the concept of ‘personal space’. God I hate that bitch.

Anyways, for the photo, I feel this is indeed the best way to get over such shit:

BOGOF deal of the century!

This photo:

Makes me laugh (and slightly aroused) back in the day when I went to school one of my mates had a locker full of lady photos, one looked similar to this. It’s strange really, you don’t realise that you miss out on things like 80s horror films (I only watched for the blood) and tacky outdoor advertisements for knickers and bras until you see something that reminds you (in a paradoxical way) of what the image represents. Maybe one day they’ll have a slasher film with loosely dressed men running around and having loads of premarital sex before doing drugs and drinking with really big biceps, then I might just get what Jason Vorhees was all about.

Untill then, I’ll just watch to see how he ingeniously kills the large breasted woman who, oddly enough, has plenty of drugs, premarital sex, drink and seems to be in a white t-shirt that nearly always is soaking wet.

Also, for extra humour I was trying to find the scene in Jason X where he’s slaming those hologram girls around after the classic line “Hey, lets do drugs and have premarital sex” but I can’t so wait for this crap to lad load* and go to 03:08 in the video and imaging it yourself:

* I may have had boyz on the brain - oh Jim Clerkin of Kiss 108 FM in Boston, how I love thee.