Good Post

Well, there I was, just a sleepy old thing this morning when who should turn up at my door, but Janice!
Yes. My old high-school buddy has finally decided to leave the US and live over here for a while. I can't wait to show her all the cool stuff in Britain. This afternoon we're going to some of the main roads to stand and look at the funny cars they drive here.
By
bye
M xx

Belfast, Derry and the Terrorists

Did you know that the UK has its very own terrorist organisation? No! Neither did I. It's called the IVF and it's fronted by loads of grey skinned men with bad teeth.
Well, this last week I've been in gorgeous Ireland, but it wasn't what I thought it would be. I didn't see any little people or Shamrocks or handsome men because I was in the North of Ireland. Actually. I did see one handsome guy. His name was Rob and he was so beautiful, honestly, my heart stopped. But he was going out with a girl called Morag, which is such an amazing name. I made her write it down so I could show everyone back home.
They took me round all the sites of Belfast, including the loyalist and paramilitary wing of Ian Paisley's family. It was cool. I met all these guys with balaclavas and they were all called 'Jackie'. Can you believe that?! Terrorist killers with girl's names. But they were all totally into me. They asked me where I was from and what my last name was and what religion I was and everything. Being a recent convert to Christianity, I had no problem talking all about my new found faith. I told them all about the bible and where you could get one and showed them my cool new Jesus sandals, which they all said they might go out and get a pair. Hooray! How about that! Because no offence, men of Ulster, but when it comes to fashion, some of those old guys don't know a shrug from a pashmina and the hair! My God, America, we have got a lot to be thankful for but surely one of the main things is all those Irish people got the hell away from the homeland and created Boston.

M xxx