It's long and it's black and it's taken thirteen asses
And we can't stop laughing. I mean laughing our tits off. Is this LMTO? LMAO? LMFAO? LOFSHOOTS (I like this - Laughing Our Fat Stupid Heads Off On The Slug. Nearly as good as the time I started up an internet debate site for weighty issues of the day called The Important Topics Forum UK Division - TITFUKD).
Youtube black hole - here are things we have just pissed ourselves senseless at (and generally approved of):
A spoon and a jar. Basic brilliance.
Pissed Northern working class. Basic brilliance.
Finest lyric ever written (debate rages on). Basic brilliance.
Best bought-in-from-US-Sunday-ITV-10pm-1970s-sitcom. Ever. In my life. Etc.
Not basic. Still brilliant.
Other things we have tittered at included...erm, well, can't mention any of them, as I may get struck off Blogger for being bang out of order, überprofanity and inappropriateness. But at least one of the things included Andy's Uncle Graham, tits and Serge Gainsbourg.
I love the NYC Massive and we love booze and we love Disgracelands.
I will blub my daft Northern head off when I have to leave this flat.
I'm pissed.
(Postscript: staying up getting battered with old friends when there's a smiley-be-nice-sort-stuff-be-professional 10 hour shoot at 8.30am the next day isn't the smartest move I've ever made. Just re-read the above. The neighbours must hate us - that was some LOUD laughter. Or maybe they'd wish they could join in. They wouldn't want to join in on my hangover. Nothing strong coffee, pastries, 2 paracetamol and extra make-up can't fix, mind. I feel rough, and I'm on a shoot with Nicola Sanders, an Olympic athlete with the leanest body and tightest backside I've seen for years. Her body is a temple. Mine is an old wheelie bin.)
