I was going to post something on my way home on rollerbeast (I'm experimenting with new names for the tram) but I've run into a problem. I don't have anything to blog about. Work is it's usual combination of tedium and stress. My facial hair is growing at it's usual rate. Irish companies are selling helicopter parts to Iran, proving yet again that Irish busnessmen have a tendency towards corruptness and incompetence in fairly equal measure. Pretty much business as usual really (pun sort of intended).
Oh! That godawful jade woman has finally shuffled of this mortal coil. That means she's died for those with a goody-esque intellect.
Whilst it's a terrible thing for her children to lose their mother, and cancer is a horrible disease I would only wish on people I don't like and scumbags (meaning I wish it on scumbags twice), I'm so sick of the media wanking on about her like she was the new messiah or something. She was a third rate nobody, famous for being a dim-witted, racist-ish gobshite. A true example of everything I hate about reality tv.
What makes matters worse is that the media circus hasn't stopped. Now it's all 'jade's secret will!!!!11!!' and other tripe in a similar vein. It's a good thing I don't watch tv much or I'd have been on a celebrity nonentity Killing spree by now.
Anyway, that's my rant over. I'll go back to staring to the hot-ish chick acceoss from me until it makes her uncomfortable. Heh.
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