Wednesday night for the most part truly sucked.
I ended up going out with a bunch of guys and girls from work on a big "see you later" for a pretty decent guy I now no longer work next to - and got to bed at around three in the morning.
Turns out that I work with an absolute nutcase....
I'm not going to go into too much detail because I don't think that'd be very decent of me - even if she did try to pull my eyes out at one point!
Two hours of an exceptionally lovely line manager and I trying to avert numerous suicide attempts while she tried her damnedest to punch, bite, slap and head butt me.
Luckily for me I'm a little bit stronger than her and I managed to keep hold of the lady in question until after three refused taxis I had managed to carry the screaming and kicking bundle to the police station, steal her phone and call her ever-so-pleased Mum up.
Traffic stopped, people got out, abuse was hurled Mike-wards, and two utter cock munchers tried to start a fight with me because they all thought this dumb bint was being assaulted.
I ended up having to smack a dude in the chops - not proud.
Anyhow - the next day was horrific but luckily I have a very kind friend up in that stinky old London who made it all better.
I came home to, I have to say, the most poorly packaged DVD I have ever recieved.
Typical Willet style! No note, no writing, no explanation - just a blank DVD-R that somehow survived the postal system.
I started checking out all the goodies on there yesterday. Just so you know, if there's an impossible to obtain record or flick then he'll either have it somewhere in the house, forgotten he owns it or know where he can get it. I kid you not - It's fucking ridiculous. The guy is a monster.
Tom Savini's personal camcorder footage from behind the scenes of "Creepshow" - I didn't know this was on the DVD extras so I've got to pick that up. I've still got my VHS copy downstairs.
We're talking in-depth processes of all the make-up, gags, illusions, monsters, pissing about and gore here.
I didn't get to the end last night because I was too wiped out but I got to him building the "Fathers Day" zombie before my eyes sealed up....dreams were made of smiles.
How much of a dick was Stephen King in this film anyhow?
I kind of like it though somehow - what a pleb.
"Meteor shit!" Ha...what a line.
Dungarees and lunacy.
Basically thanks a lot Dan.
I haven't seen you for way too long but I really appreciate it.
Don't mess with drunk chicks.
Happy Nestle day.
Dancing old men, Rambling speeches, no room whatsoever, bust equipment and me being forced into an impromptu scratch session against my will. 
