Wednesday, February 22, 2006
gigantic grunting noises, steam emitting and it darting off into the country side. no it isnt an angry fat superman, it was the train taking me top visit my grandparents. oh the joy of the occasion. the journey there wasnt much fun either because we stopped off in middlesborough. a place that is filled with the most angry looking depressed and bald men possible to populate the planet. and young kiddling shouting the likely words "fuck" and "wank" in the same sentence. well apart from that we arrived in the place called saltburn safely. granny still thinks of me as a detrukto machino. she would think everything that is touched turns instantly to dust and is pulvurised. however you spell that. grandpa is alright, i bought him whisky to keep him happy. just got back now. and i have to say the rail stations in england could just be the worst in the entire world. the amount of dirt and filth cannot be recreated using words so ill let the pictures do the talking.
 notice the nice muck mark which vaguely resembles an open mouth spewing out vile liquid and drooling it halfway down its chin. yes lovely. there were other marks where people burn the plasitc casing, well for fun i guess. guess they dont have much else to do around there except vandalise and curse each other.  the entrance to doom lies here. once your inside its like a hell passage of depression death sex drugs and disgusting old men who might rape you. no im just kidding its just a tunnel. anyway im back now. havent been on the computer for a long time. dont get much of a chance anyhow. nice to return to all the love on the tagboard and an e mail filled with junk mail asking me if i would like to bank or do insurance with them. yes very cheering up. weathers not been very nice as well. we were caught in the rain the other day and being caught in the rain at 2 degrees isnt a truckload of fun if you ask me. bye then! hope you are all doing fine, because i have not much ability to contact anybody because dad thinks msn is evil and will fill his computer with viruses and infected things... so.. goodnight
James Barr at 10:22 AM
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