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Man, f**k all that. I just want to know that LFW is going to be safe. This might all be much ado about f**k all I don't know. I don't need this thread to turn into ratemymp.biz or anything.
You're here on this planet once. And the fact that you're here is a mathematical miracle. And, look, you're never going to amount to shit. You're not going to invent anything, you're not going to cure anything, you're not going to be the next Brad Pitt.
So just keep your head down and just get through it and then when you're somewhere between 50 and 90 you'll die and that, hopefully, will be that.
Imagine dying and then there's a f**king afterlife. F*ck that shit. That's like getting ready to grab your coat at 5pm and then some c*nt phones the office. Like bruv, you better be on f**king fire if you're phoning me at 5pm. Same sort of c*nt that puts in a meeting for like two hours on a Friday afternoon. F**k you, f**k your meeting, f**k your KPIs, f**k your task and finish group, f**k your f*cking whole dad.
Afterlife? AfterSHITE more like. Like I've got through this whole life without f**king getting stabbed, run over by a drunk driving c*nt, getting my head kicked in by youths and without some rogue state blowing up my office with me in it and now I've got to live on a f**king cloud for all of eternity or some shit? F**K YOU.
Because if there is a heaven you know there will still be c*nts there. Like some sort of loophole c*nt. Like yeah he supported Chelsea and used to beat his wife and children but he also ran marathons for charity. Great. Now I'm trying to sort my cloud out but it's semi-detached and Chelsea John is next door and about to mount a f**k off 85 inch TV on the adjoining cloud wall and he's forever going to be watching Oasis festival gigs on it and parking his van on my cloud's drive way. For eternity. F**K OFF.
My new office is in an open plan building and two floors down is the canteen. Quite handy most of the time. But over Xmas they hire it out to individual teams who want to do a Xmas meal. Which is fine except that I'm now at my desk listening to F*CKING ELTON JOHN AT LOUD VOLUME.
This is like some sort of fking hate crime.
Pretty good bassplaying on that song though whatever it was. Anyway, f*ck off, man!
ALSO: literally every person I've walked near today has been splutter-coughing like they've got FULL BLOWN AIDS. Motherf**kers, if I'm ill on Xmas day I will shit on your dads.
EDIT: Shakin' Stevens now. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
EDIT: Wizzard now. FUUUUUUUUCK. Only because this song reminds me of the end of the Black Mirror episode White Christmas which was shockingly bleak.
EDIT: F*ck it. Ended up jogging back to the car park to get my noise cancelling earphones out of the car.
Not sure if this is a thing but the moderator on a forum I use just mentioned that the government are bringing in sweeping online reforms for any sites that 'enable communication' between users.
While it's meant to be targeting 'big tech' it will apply to every forum that is based in the UK.
There's all sorts of new compliance and threats of fines for anyone who doesn't meet it (of up to 18 million). Anyway, a few forums are just going 'NOPE' and saying they'll shut down in March. I saw a link to some dull-assed London cycling forum that's been going for 15 years or something and the guy is like 'f**k all this' and shutting up shop. But he explains it all better than the official Ofcom site.
The Cult - Nirvana. The Cult when they were still vaguely good. Although it breaks my heart to hear Jamie playing such a basic bassline. Good song though.
Pixies - Monkey Gone To Heaven. It's weird because outside of this album, I don't much care for Pixies but, man, Doolittle is so fking good.
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