Rabies and Gentlemen.
Sorry, I just wanted to say that…
Well today I did my Welsh gcse exam (most of it, i have the last tiny bit on friday), and for those of you who are not welsh, just to let you know…it’s the biggest waste of time since Rolex went out of business. 
 Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly patriotic, but being annoyed by smarmy english people (not all english are smarmy) doesn’t really require wasting countless hours over 5 years learning a dead language.
 As a form of righteous, rebellious and, at times arousing protest, I decided to, shall we say, mess around a bit…

I am actually rather proud of some of my answers. I managed to mention Bill Oddie 4 times, put “Mmm…Danone” and “Oooh….Barracuda” as answers and say that ‘frankie’ was my best friend, but his mum Susan Boyle doesn’t like me hanging out with him. I knew welsh would come in handy one day for one purpose….messing around in a certified examination.
 I have now retired to my home, where I have returned to my usual habit…stuffing my face until my belly starts looking at me in disgust…
Goegraphy tomorrow
and it’s safe to say

I’m fucked

Peace.