First three chapters?
Right, just gotta print it all out and send it off...
oh, wait, I've got no British stamps.
Code red, code Red, code red...
Damn and tarnation, now I have to wait until I get some stamps and that sucks.
You see, what really annoys me is that I'm willing to pay the postage, I'm willing to shell out for their overpriced, unreliable, thief-infested codpiece of a service, but I can't.
We're all one Europe apparently and yet if I want to send a self addressed envelope with the correct postage on it I can't.
What's all that about then, eh?
Come on you dung.brained troop of deranged Brussel babboons, GET IT SORTED !!!!
Anyway, I'll get the stamps together and send the rag off. Wish me luck.
ps. By the way, this football drought is killing me. Roll on the European Cup, or whatever it's called in English. God I'm so German, it'll be sauerkraut and bratwurst for breakfast if I'm not careful...