Sweet irony. Bitter truth.

For my first pic posted (a bit ofa rigmorole, thanks for asking) I found this gem archived on Pink is the New Blog, which is fast becoming a daily read. And although the pic is funny, the reality is much more disturbing. I visited the above-advertised website. Scarey shit. It's amazing what people will believe if their made to hate themself enough.

People of the world: Sex is not dirty. It's fun. That's why it feels good.

It's not because she's ugly.

It's because she's an ignorant bitch, and she does all of little Johny's dirty work that I find it hard to feel sorry for her.

Personally I think that we should pick her bloody house up, dump her in the desert, build a bloody great fence around it and not answer her calls for several years...see how she likes it.

Being ugly just makes it easier to hate her.

Mum says I always have to have the first word...

...she gets so easily confused. Poor sweet...

So, dear reader, of which there must be...oooh, one of you by now, welcome to my blog. I have all these high falutin ideas about starting some sort of dialogue with the rest of the world about all sorts of stuff, but really, it will probably just end up being about trivialities.

I am wanting to set this up as a bit of an online sketchbook, a place for creative output.

So, let's see what happens, eh?

I do promise that it will never be self indulgent. Well, not much, anyway.