Look at the bollocks I've just received (well, bothered to read) in the comments box, according to it I've "just started", 'Just started' my bum, ha!
Anyway read this for some bollocks, it sounds like it was written by Henry Rollins character in the Horror comedy 'FEAST' (actually funny which actually included quite a good performance from Rollins), this is what the Comments box shit reads like anyway, it reads...
"I'm right here to assist get your site off to a great start off. Do not be 1 of these that wished they'd completed it much better the first time, then just take on the task, and cost, of beginning over. Your site reflects what you as well as your business or hobby are all about. I'm in a position to supply low-cost, user-friendly, custom made designed web sites for a wide range of organizations, organizations and teams".
Wow, and I thought that I wrote a load of rubbish. Then again I don't pretend that I can 'do things for people' and 'get them moving', or whatever shit this 'motivational' doo-doo's offers weak uncertain, gullible people.Don't ask me what the colouring round some of the writitng is all about, this isn't my computer and blah blah etc. etc. (you know what I mean).
Damn! were this my CompI wouldof been able to use the picture I have of Rollins in Pink Tracky bottoms, oh well.
I met him once at an after gig party, there was about four of five of us including blah blah (don't like to name drop unless its necessary)and Captain Sensible, we were laughing and joking about, lite banter type chat when I said to C.Sensible "cor you still look so young, your turning into the Peter Pan of Punk" (how has he managed to age so well?), upon hearing this, Sensible laughed (and blushed a bit) but mainly laughed at the silly Cliff Richard of Punk comparison, the rest also giggled (it wasn't THAT funny after all), all except Rollins. Rollins had by now crossed his arms in a manner that reminded me of the loud voiced, Slippers and Dressing gown wearing, Rothmans smoking old ladies on the Estate I grew up on (which alone brought a smile to my face, which I think he saw), and he just stood glaring at me while working up the muscular veins on his neck looking 'hard', as if I had just tried to dry hump his Mums favourite Cat -or something.
I don't know why he took such an obviously dislike and aggressive stance towards me, maybe he thought I was calling the Captain a nonce or something American slang like, or he thought I wasn't paying enough reverence to the musical 'Heroes' around me, but he was 'giving me the evils' no doubt.
So I consciously and obviously ignored him and carried prattling on with the others, that didn't cheer him up any (hehe).
Or maybe I just wasn't paying him enough attention? I don't know why and can only guess. All I can say is that he seemed like a grumpy old prima donna.
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