Obviously I’ve been buying Kitkats like mad so I can get in the house and wreak terrible, bloody havoc among the terrible bloody people they’ve got in there. I’ve marked about half of them for immediate, no-questions-asked assassination and about half of the rest for some kind of humiliation (I’ll probably call it a ‘task’). My name shall be vengeance. Or at least annoyance. Anyway, the amazing Sezer‘s getting my vote for eviction this time round – both hateful and stupid. Perfect.
In which I try, after 25 years of blogging, to drop my ironic stance a bit.