Low expectations

Low expectations

Last week, I went to see Scaryduck Jr performing in his school play.

He was playing a snail, a fact that had me thinking I'd been overcharged on my free tickets.

"Don't worry Dad," he said, "All of class 3S are playing dung beetles."

"Ah."

"They've got to bring their own ball of poo."

"Ah."

He was right. They were crap.

Lower Expectations

I am off work this week, and as such, this website is ruynning on automatic.

You guessed it - another week, another no-show for the vote-o. BUT! You would have voted for it anyway, because, dear reader, tomorrow brings the long-awaited sequel (and proof of the Law of Diminishing Returns) PiSS IV.

You'll laugh! You'll cry! You'll send me money*!

* Ah, go on