While I’m talking about Rocky, I wanna say it was the worst days work they ever did cutting Clubber Lang out of Rocky Balboa. It would have been fascinating to see how he had changed since he lost his title.

In happier news, my Mum wanted the watch Rocky IV for her birthday (immaculate choice), and I was reminded once again that that soundtrack fucking slaps.

Sorry, chaps, the fact that my boss insists on me serving every customer the rattles on our door and ignores our opening hours sign right that’s in front of them when we are meant to be closed and I’m trying to do other shit has put me in hater mode. Wish someone would bring me lasagna at work.

It rankles me so badly that I’m every bit the whining do-nothing bitch that Dante is, and I’ve never had one baddie in my life, never mind FOUR.

Sorry I’ve been so absent, chaps. Work has been tiring, and I’m preparing for two exciting, but daunting (to me) events that are fast approaching. Hopefully I’ll be back on my bullshit, soon.

I’m gonna say it louder, actually. The Hornet needs to be shipped with the adorable stewardess, the way people ship TanBug. Like, the dynamic is there and I am thirsty for content about Bullet Train ladies.