It's not my fault

[fightingthecage]

I mean, I told myself that I'd do my homework last weekend so I wouldn't have to worry about it over half term. But, quite frankly, that was never going to happen. And indeed, it didn't. So I said I'd do it tonight because I never seem to manage to do anything productive after Steve leaves on Sunday evening and I have stuff that needs doing for Monday morning. Buuuut....well, there's rugby on. Three matches today! And Evie has been strange this evening and I had to, like, make dinner and do some laundry and...OK so now I'm sitting at my computer with half an eye on the game and there's theoretically nothing to stop me opening a book or two.

But I really can't be arsed. If I miss English on Monday morning then I wont have another lesson for a week because there's no college on Thursday...hmmm. HMMMM I SAY! Or I could just go to the lesson sans homework and the chances are she wont even ask about it because she didn't set any for anyone else. Yis. This might be the way to go.

In the news this week - two mental cases were put behind bars. One dude murdered five prostitues and will never see the light of day again. And the other one - get this - stabbed a girl to death and then had sex with her dead body! I mean, what? OK, they can't say for sure if she was completely dead but if she wasn't then she was certainly close to it and what the fucking fuck? I feel so sorry for that girl's family, they had to hear the details of everything he did to her in court. Sick sick sick.

Also this week, a nine year old girl went missing and hasn't been found yet. It's quite obvious that the police think she is either being held or is dead already. I despair at the news. And this country, come to think of it, but I suppose these sorts of things happen everywhere in the world.

Also, note to self: When you hear there is a 'terrible tragedy' about to occur on a soap you don't even watch, don't think 'Oooh awesome' and tune in. Because then the tragedy will turn out to be the cot death of a baby and you'll be a wreck for the entire rest of the evening.

Brian Moore is hiarious as a rugby commentator. Cool.