Dave's girlfriend, Sharon, is here. She's talking to mum about sneezing. Apparently, according to her, when a person sneezes a thousand or more brain cells die. Gran reckons Sharon must sneeze a lot.
Dad’s hernia support pants have arrived. They claim to 'brace' things that other underpants can’t. I’m not sure what a hernia is. I find it odd that dad has something ‘down there’ that requires additional support. Dave says his dad has one too. I can’t help but feel that I'm missing out on something.
Mum and dad aren't speaking. I'm not entirely sure why. Gran seems to think that a Toffee Crisp might be involved. They can be extremely childish at times. It's hard to believe that I'm actually related to them. Gran assures me that I am. She says I share dad's awful dress-sense and mum's terrible teeth. Sometimes I wish gran would keep her unhelpful observations to herself!
I started a blog. It's a fictional blog based upon a socially inept geek who lives with his parents and a demented old gran. Why fictional? Because if I wrote about myself this would be a very short blog.
I shall endeavour to update regularly. I suspect many people have uttered these words in the past when embarking upon such a task. Only time will tell if I shall join their ranks. I'm not one for joining ranks. Individuality is where it's at. My mate Dave told me so. He's very individual. He's currently sporting a yellow feather in his hair. His girlfriend, Sharon, says it represents peace. It's amazing what Dave will put up with for a regular shag.
Please feel free to drop in on my blog and site whenever the fancy takes you. I'm still feeling my way around here so don't be surprised if I accidentally delete the whole bloody lot. It's meant to be 'foolproof'. I dislike that word. It always makes me feel as if I'm being challenged.
Thanks for reading.