There (sn)ow Jimmy
Well my intrepid (and ill I thought) director and landlord is off this week on some mountain somewhere having a jolly old time so I find my self with nowt to do but look for more shoots for next week. I always feel slightly sad when the 11th isn’t in full throttle. Or maybe I just miss james. Probably the former I guess.
One of the next shows we’ve got coming up is gonna feature Cathy “The Bitch” Brown and is all about boxing, and female boxers at that. Cathy was one of the first female pro’s this country had and I think was the first title holder we have produced from the less hairy arsed (apart from Muhammed Ali’s daughter - Laila she’s a complete beast, and may well actually be his son, or brother.) part of the population. Well after sparring with her I decided that I would do a bit more my self today down at my gym. I now feel that even lifting my fingers up to type is too much effort. I got Battered! What was possibly worse though was that on leaving the changing rooms, and I’m a mess at this point….. red eyes from my contacts popping out, showered but still looking sweaty and generally looking like there is something wrong with me, I tried to squeeze past a fellow gym bod. Problem as that I had my big bagon my shoulder, the gap wasn’t too big nd he was naked. Had I been more in control of my faculties then I would have waited, but in my bashed about state I ended up trying to squezze by, my left hand got trapped between my bag (not ball bag by the way) and HIS ASS! arggggggghhhhhhhhh. Worse was that he’d either just got out the shower or he was sweaty, and hairy!
BLEACH BLEACH BLEACH.
Remind me of the scene in Ace Venture when he finds out that Eindhorn is Finkle, and Finkle is a [Insert what here]
To sum up, there is no shoot this week, I got beat up at boxing, James is snowboarding (he may even be trying snow kiting so we probably won’t be seeing him again as he gets dragged over a precipice - if that happens now I’m gonna feel so bad!) and I need to amputate my left mitt. I think it smells but I might just be having a touch of the Lady MacBeths. ‘d rather be feeling blood on it.
