I'm Coming Baby!

Are you a sick pervert? This isn't about some carnal desire being pumped into the shared consciousness.  Get a room!

No!  This is about the new Star Wars COMING out next week.  Yours truly has decided the best place in the world to see it is Bangkok with its massive choice of imax.  I'll likely get the place to myself as the locals work themselves to death in some office or other.

My main man Boba.  I doubt he's in it but we need strong characters,  especially in cool outfits! The trailers look pretty good,  especially that robot thing.

Time will tell my loves.  They are going to hammer this franchise like the comic book heroes.  It's a great universe,  please don't spoil it!

Whatever,  I'm grasping at straws at halcyon days gone by.  Like we all are.  Things are mostly bollocks right now,  it's why we love The Walking Dead.

And it comes back to Boba Fett.  He'll tell Darth Vader to go fuck himself.  That's what we really need.  The "Don" isn't quite doing it for me...

That's another story.

It's almost 2017!

Holy shit,  I just came out of a coma.  My arms and legs are like cocktail sticks.  Zombies everywhere.  Oh,  hang on.  Seems I'm working in China now.  Probably best not to smash their heads in with a hammer.  I've written letters of condolence in my best Chinese to the victims' families.  They'll be fine.  Probably had a laugh with the gags I put in (mainly copied from Peter Kay).  Sorted.  

I lie about my weakened condition! I'm stronger and more pissed off than ever.  My dear reader,  you and I have a lot of ground to cover.  You think I was mental before? Sit yourself down and get a wee drink.  My piercing gaze is seeing clearer than ever.  What I see is most displeasing.

I was going to start a new blog called "Airborne Atheist"  but I think I put the God thing to rest and the Airborne thing annoys me just thinking about it.  It's how I house and feed myself dearest.  So fuck that.  I'm still not a hipster.  That'll do.

Where do I start?

Fuuuuuuuu......