Back in the land of the livid

Tell you what, installing software (and hardware add on bits) onto a PC has got to be one of the most tedious tasks possible. If you do things properly, you have to shut down, restart, then shut down again after the installation of each new bit. It has something to do with a register apparently.

And when you've got a couple of firewalls on there too, each time a new component is installed, you get a friggin' annoying pop up message that you don't read and just click OK. It could be asking if you want to wipe your hard drive for all you know, but being close to losing the will to live, I really don't care anymore.

Of course, I shouldn't even be trying to think about this sort of thing, what with having my head filled with thoughts of fluffy little kittens and flowers and frilly dresses - there's simply no room in there for all this techno mumbo jumbo. Piggy and Tazzy are right and us girls are best of leaving that sort of thing to the hairy hand brigade.

Anyway, it's working and seems to be OK. Pain in the arse.

Fucking MSN music bastards though. Don't know why I downloaded stuff from them, I've had to activate new licences for all the stuff I've bought from them and you're only allowed to do this a limited number of times. Cocks.



Clad me in leather and sit me on that throbbing machine
I'm doing a charity motorbike ride for the sickly earth angels at the local Royal Manchester Earth Angel's Hospital next month.

Don't know how the hell I got roped into this, but I'll be mixing with minor celebrities (Bev Callard, aka Liz MacDonald) from UK soap opera Coronation Street. It'll also give me the opportunity to sit on a huge vibrator for about 15 miles while dressed as a, well, don't know really, might even do fancy dress.

So long as the outfit gives me somewhere to hide my cattle prod, it'll be fine.

I'm going pillion of course, having never ridden one of these fucking death machines, but even this is very courageous of me. Motorbikes terrify the bloody life out of me.

Oh, and not forgetting that it's all for the local earth angels who are poorly around Christmas. Still, at least in hospital, they're not hanging round the fucking streets or in the shops, getting under proper people's feet.

Bless them.


I can feel a Yes/No and a musical interlude coming on. Better than feeling my period coming on I suppose. But for now, I need some sleep.