Twisted little creatures,dont know who they were/are, tipped the wheelie bin over. No doubt its the same sick pick n mix wrecking balls that place chocolate covered peanuts in the chocolate covered raisin pot,could well be the same person.Im tired today,drained in fact,drained of all blood from my ears,they appear white and lifeless.Anita Roddick,bodyshop tycoon has died.Famous people die in three's they say,though I wouldn't wish it upon anyone, I wonder who's next.You could run a giant sweep on it,id probably draw a child prodigy,given the gift of eternal life for Christmas.Britney Spears eh?shambles.I could have crawled inside myself and died watching her out of lip sync shite at the MTV Video awards.I've had toe nail clippings with better comebacks than that.I'd like the hand of a dead celebrity to grow in my brain garden.I'd shake its decrepid fingers and laugh at times gone by.Better leave it 'til later as Im gaining boredom points and starting write nonsense.Wouldnt want this blog to be too lovely and jungley.