monkey bollocks

Well as I initially suspected my foreign biscuit making course was a complete pile of monkey bollocks.

Although it wasn't as depressing as I thought it would be, we did actually make some real biscuits whilst there. It was kind of stupid practicing making biscuits with one hand tied behind your back but what are you going to do.

The accommodation would make a drunken gypsy turn up his nose, but after a week living in an 8 man bin bag you kind of get used to it. We had some dodgy washing facilities there as well, it kind of defeated the object of having a shower when you had to wade through a 2 inch deep lake of typhoid infected pissy waste water every time you got in and out of said shower. I got athletes foot so bad I wanted to scratch my little toes with a chainsaw.

The food was ok, the quality varied from "excellent" to "what's this green shite supposed to be?" It's a good job I've been trained to eat things that would make a billy goat puke (like Di's cooking)

Still I'm back now and having had a week off work I tried to grow a goatee beard. Unfortunately it's a really poor effort, a kind of quasi-ginger wispy affair. Dunno why it's so crap I must have low testosterone, all that wanking is taking it's toll.

I spotted this little lego jihadi bloke on flickr thought it was cool.

Keep on trucking. I'll be back after my holidays