OK so now I'm a foul fucking mood. Thankfully I have The Dead Kennedys to calm me down. I promised that I wouldn't use this blog as a character assassination tool so I'll watch what I say about the cunt who's pissed me off. On a lighter note the 'Asylum' we visited today was prety cool. Jess hated it and I can see why - it made the perfect bachelor pad, taking up the whole of a turret - five floors of Gothic fun. You just kept climbing until you had to take a ladder to get to the final room - not the most practical place we've seen but probably the most unusual. The rest of the afternoon I've been laptopping until my sudden burst of rage made me reach for Jello Biafra. I'm much calmer now but I'd be much happier if a certain someone began to die a nice slow lingering, painful kind of death. Mike is blogging to: The Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables.