...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

And on the 19th, the final day of Hexmas, we celebrate Merry and Pippin. May your tummies be ever-round.

(First one to make an Angel is Fat joke gets a kick in their big Canadian teeth. Hex, this means you.)

Before I forget, today is the day of the Brothers Mir (that's Boromir and Faramir for the Americans among you).

Am back in the Isle of Man for a week at present, so expect sporadic updates. Hex and Mad will keep my loyal fans updated on the Hexmas front.

Managed to not only pass my exams but get a 2.1 in the process, thus proving beyond doubt that a retarded monkey can get a law degree, providing it can express itself in long-winded and boring ways. Which explains a lot about the English judiciary, actually.

Me, I'm just relieved that I don't have to a) resit or b) get a demonic brain implant from an evil law firm.

Would like to state for the record that I hate football fans, 'bisexual Wiccans', homeless people, old people, people who use mobile phones on public transport, people who smell bad, small children, people who think it's a good idea to bring an infant on a fucking aeroplane and taxis that don't show up when they should.

Also scallies, teen mothers and people on the dole, but I think I covered that with 'football fans'.

-Froodle (the contentious)

I declare this to be Corey Feldman Day. Anyone who doesn't know who Corey Feldman is, shall henceforth be denied any rights whatsoever. Froodle has spoken!

Seriously though, what the fuck is wrong with you people? Don't you have parents? Who grows up not having seen the Lost Boys at least once?

Freaks.

Not sure what yesterday was, since Hex has been conspicuous by her absense lately. I suspect it was Hugh Jackman day, though. Mm, rugged.

Oooh! Lupin and Sirius day today. Feeeeel their canonical love.

In other news... I have no other news. Still haven't finished packing. Still too hot. Also sleepy.

Watched 'Cambridge Spies' last night - Sam West's bizarre conversation about socks is made even stranger by the fact that it takes place while he's in bed with another man.

Today is the start of the two-day Hexmas celebration in honour of Crowley and Aziraphale. Much like a multipack bag of crisps, these two characters should not be sold seperatly. Now go! Read thy Good Omens!

Also, the 11th was Bettany Day. Sorry about that.

Spent the day backing up the Big Wolf on Campus tapes I bought from April's Video Vault onto DVD. Huzzah for naked!Merton and Tommy and Merton squabbling over whether Corey Feldman is cooler than Corey Haim (he totally is, just so we're clear).

Forgot to mention that yesterday was the fourth day of Hexmas, known as Deppday, where we celebrate the greatness of Johnny Depp. Mm, cheekbones. Today is Feltonday, were we give praise to the celloloid image of Draco Malfoy in all his blonde, pale-skinned glory. Mmm.

And on the third day of Hexmas, we celebrate Angel/Angelusday.

For in the United Kingdom on this day in 2004 did air the last ever episode of Angel. And Lo! There was a great weeping in the land, as though a thousand Fangirls were sobbing drunkenly over a bottle of cheap supermarket wine. Verily, we did experiance both malicious glee and heartbreaking sorrow during Lindsey's death scene, and shake our heads that Angel would demand such a thing of Lorne.

On this day, we say goodbye to the prettiest, broodiest, dorkiest, most socially awkward and downright lickable vampire with a soul to ever walk the Earth.

So long, Angel, and thanks for all the slash.

My City Drive tat arrived today - obligatory band t-shirt and some cute little badges. Also included was a signed picture of the band, which is spiffy and stuck on the wall next to my autographed Tom Felton photo.

Today is the second day of Hexmas, known as Blakeneyday. To celebrate, Hex has given me a new icon to wear. Huzzah!

It's far too hot here. I have my feet in a bucket of iced water. Fucking summer.

I declare this Jason Issacs Day. On this day, all people loyal to the Godliness of Jason Issacs shall honour his birth by watching lots of films with him in, and thinking about how sexful he is.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with certain boy-molesting one-handed pirates in cool hats.