It's been a frantic day in the Big Blogger household with scores of bloggers sat next to their pc's and laptops busy typing away in cyberspace.There'll be no evictions here say the cyber police "now move on laddie."
Anyway, as Muhammad Ali was saying to me the other day "a man who views the world the same at 50 as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life." Why did he have to remind me?
Yesterday, Heather Mills just left the Big Macca household. Apparently she just got up and walked out just like that,well with the aid of her crutch mind you and without a care in the world. Someone said her last words were "I'm off down the bank, I may be gone some time." Now who would have foretold that this time last year.Sir Paul's lamenting;

"Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Heather's gone and took my cash away,
Oh I can't stop saying fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, bugger, sh*t, sh*t, bugger, bugger.
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be now that Heather's stopping shagging me, oh fu*k,
fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, bugger, sh*t, sh*t, bugger, bugger!"

And it's in all the papers that he's a right one for the old spliffs. Now who would have guessed that this time last night?

Someone was asking me the other day if I thought all the bloggers in the Big Blogger Household were real people or were all the blogs just written by Juzzzy. "What" i said "Juzzzy being the top of the blogs just a smoke screen for the real work of writing all the other blogs, and, posing teasing questions and replies?" Now there's a thought! I'll have you believe that many a true word is spoken in jets. Then someone said that they thought Juzzzy was actually in the Big Brother Household. That's a helluva lot of blogs he'd have to have forewritten and some sophisticated automated system of entering the blogs - far, far beyond my capabilities and know-how.

That Rooney's been in his Big Oxygen Tank - AGAIN! He just can't get enough oxygen.It's just like the old proverb
'A rolling oxygen tank gathers no moss.' Him and that Colleen Mclaacccchlynne have got it made you know. Neither of them have to work again, ever. That's right they could give up tomorrow and spend the rest of their lives jet setting around the world back and fore to Magaluf and Benidorm with that Jennifer Ellison and her fiance. I do miss Brookside and wish that they'd just bring it back now and then for a special Crimbo edition where we'd see Rooney moving in next door to Stevie Gerrard and the pair of them running a small wine and ciggie racket back and fore to France. Terry Henry could arrest them at Calais for smuggling. I think the whole country would want to watch that instead of the World Cup.
Anyhow, enough of my ranting and rogering time to let the big blogger household get back in their baskets!