That there has only been one (now two) blog entries on the passing of Robin Gibb (R.I.P Robin) compared to the out pouring of grief for the druggie known as Whitney Houston when she died.
Robin and his brothers did more for music than she ever did.

It just seems a little odd thats all.

Ok so if you're expecting a blog about sex maybe you'd better stop reading now.
The closest this blog is gonna get to sex is that fact that I am totally and utterly fucked off!!!

Why?

Because some saggy titted frizzy haired moron can't control her children in the supermarket allowing them to run up and down the ailse screaming like banshees, open boxes and packets of food, knock stuff off the shelves and generally behave like complete and utter monsters.  Unfortunatley I had the misfortune to go shopping at the wrong time and literally ran into these little monsters with a trolly full of shopping.  Sadly one of these little beasts hit me so hard it actually bounced off my trolley and then fell back on the floor screaming even louder if that was humanly possible.

This was met by a scream of anger from it's bitch of a mother who roared up behind me, rammed me in the back hard with her trolley then proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs how I had abused her child and that I should be arested!!!!!!
How I kept my hands on my trolley and not around the bitches throat I have no idea but I'm very proud of myself I tell ya. However, I really think I would have enjoyed squeezing her neck and watching her eyes pop.
Anyway the store manager who thankfully had seen it all, even her brats tearing up the place, came to my rescue and ............................... banned her and her brats from the store . . . ..  Yay for him.

Now I know why I dislike children and shopping so much . . . . .  online is the only way to shop from now on.