Screw you guys, I'm going home...

[Rhys Bevan]

Leaving late Thursday night to go on holiday to Rome and hang out with the *cough cough* very non-bastardy people of Italy who have spent most of their ties with Britain in the past two thousand years by invading us in the first century and overstaying their welcome until the bloody fifth century, joining the Germans in the Second World War and beating us in every single soccer game ever played as well as making most first world countries fat pieces of lard thanks to their god-damn pizzas.

Ah. I feel better now.

Anyhoo, won't be back till Monday/Tuesday/Wedensday (accurate, I know) so try and stay off comitting suicide over my deprature until then. Thanks, merci, danke, gracias, diolch and ankyouthe.

- Rhys Bevan

[Daniel Brennan]

Good.
Er, I mean have a good time! Really, do. Don't stay up too late and if a woman in a miniskirt asks you if you want some fun, SAY NO!

[johnson]

damn you your doggy wont run up to you when you come back. Have a nice time in Rome. When you come back show some pictures of Rome