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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Miracle of miracles. The sheer craziest thing has happened. Driven almost deranged by the constant and regular lack of sweet *anything* to do in my new job as person-who-sits-in-office-pretending-to-be-busy-while reading-recaps-of-Dawsons-Creek-on-the-internet (which means I’ve started saying “dude” more than is strictly necessary), I’ve actually managed to find a weblog that I liked.

This isn’t probably the best thing to be harping on about, but I’m gonna - it’s my blog, and you can’t stop me. Yes, the strangest of all things. I can’t remember how exactly I found it, but I feel it must have been fate. Meet Cormac, aka Red King, a blogger from Ireland that I can finally read about for more than three seconds without wanting to gouge my eyes out with my stapler.

Thanks to him, the ten minutes I’ve had today that hasn’t left me gasping for air while being drowned in a vat of pure desperate crushing boredom have been a result of this game - obviously, it’s Russian Roulette and it’s more exciting than you think it’s going to be.

And if that doesn’t tickle your fancy (although I can’t see why not) then go over here and playing dressing up with Jesus. It’s what Tuesday afternoons were made for.

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