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My inescapable inappropriate response, since midafternoon (when people on here and elsewhere have been talking about going to the pub) has been to have lines from Shaun of the Dead running through my head.
We're going to the Winchester etc...
Wow, me too! Again, i really wanted someone to tell me I could stop the terrorists by removing the head and destroying the brain.
Looking at the busses running in Central London on my way home from work yesterday, first thought was, "YAY London!" Second thought was, "I bet those drivers are so pissed off that they have to work when they thought they'd get the day off..." |
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