Accept My Offering Of A Pork Pie Or Feel The Burn!

The title of this blog is almost completely unrelated from its content. I'm still debating whether to have the pork pie or not though. It seems a very inviting idea and I'm glad I can't see the actual pork pie as I could just imagine it looking at me saying 'Eat me! EAT ME!' and then I would have to smother it in Salad Cream and devour it to shut it up.

Good job it's still safely locked up in the fridge. Not literally because I don't tend to lock my fridge. That would be a bit unnecessary...

Anyway, I have come forward to have a rant about this recession. No, not the national recession but my own personal one. I have spent the last half hour thinking of the many theories about where exactly my money keeps disappearing to. The only ones that are in any way possible are these:

An evil leprechaun took a plane over to England and has stolen all my money in an attempt to convince me that perhaps, just perhaps, I should go and free it's grandmother from the clutches of a small dog.

Or:

An evil leprechaun took a plane over to England and has stolen all my money because it wants to.

Either way, I have realised my deep dislike of leprechauns.

But honestly there is no way a social recluse with a weakness for revising before exams [and my exams are coming!] like myself has been out and about on a shopping spree. It's even more ridiculous than my leprechaun theories!

And now I feel the need to mope as all these birthdays are crashing down around me and I have a tonne of presents to buy and I still haven't got my mum a mother's day present and there are so many gigs I still want to go to or ones that I am going to but have not yet paid for...

Oh, a major epiphany... I've spent all my money on gigs.