Monday, 31 December 2012

Hey, You In The Future

Well then.  That was the year that was eh?
 
Him off that film did that thing.  That royal upset that ambassador by saying what he did said.  That sports guy was in court for...oh it's time to 'fess up.


I wrote this 'blog' over a year ago.  Yes back in the halcyon days of talk about dozenth dip recessions and riots I wonder what the world of the future will be like.  I imagine very, very similar to the one we inhabit now.  Lets face it, you're either reading this on an incrementally improved piece of technology or on a piece of Earth, blown out into space because Tesco and Sainsbury's finally decided to settle who is most dominant utilizing price-cutting and thermo-nuclear warheads.

For my part I must apologize if the writing style of this entry is jarringly different to what you have become accustomed to this last year.  I have either improved drastically or have finally become the drunken bum I always suspected I would.  It is quite possible that by the time this post goes out, I have made several rambling early morning entries about whatever is causing my inebriated self to be ageaved before selling my internets and what-not for a brand of cider with the word 'White' in it.

I wonder if the previously aired topic of population is more of a prevalent issue at the end of 2012.  If so 'hello, person 43,465,968,164!

No doubt if everyone isn't a sex-slave on Targon-6 by now, being felt up by a many-tentacled-thing a lot of people will be awaiting the yearly ear/taste-bashing inanity of X-Factor:- Unless of course shop-keepers decided to take to the streets this summer and ransack the homes of chavs, denying them their 'hooman rites' to text vote for their favourite karaoke singer whilst the as-yet undeclared winner of this years show lies forgotten in the gutter or worse, on an Iceland ad.

Anyhoo, that's me, from the past.  Don't forget to save me some moon soup and space pie!