unclesteve’s buckshot

i’ve come home for the first week of easter with a disturbing amount of uni work to do, which is being done at an equally disturbingly slow rate.

my time is being spent being bored, drinking tea, trying to work, worrying about work, not doing work, and [most significantly], playing network doom with my brother and sister:

in case you’re curious, the tiny message in the top left corner says “vince ate 2 loads of unclesteve’s buckshot”. you can’t beat a bit of shotgun violence mixed with crude sexual innuendo.

so yes – i’ve lots of important work due for a few weeks time, and not nearly enough common sense to get down to doing it. unfortunately, if i don’t get it all done to a decent enough standard, i’ll be thrown off the course. right now feels like a good time to start panicking, and blurt out some graphic expletives.

cocks in a biscuit tin. tits in a briefcase. bollocks in a jam jar.