We live for the fame.

For once in my life, I actually don't have anything to moan about.

Obviously, I joke. I love a good old moan here and there, who doesn't? In one of my recent blogs, I unleashed the fact that I hated people who queued up for hours to await the release of the new Harry Potter book. So there I am, trotting through town as you do and what do I see? The biggest line I've ever seen in my life awaiting the sale of the newest iPod.

Oh dear.

I'm sure half the people who were in this line were actually meant to be at work, but called in 'sick' in order to gain the fourth installment of the Apple fail. I don't actually see the point in waiting hours on end to be 'one of the first' people to gain this new gadget. I mean, I could buy on two weeks after it had been released and bullshit to everyone saying I was one of the first to get it. You might aswell lie and not torture youself by standing in the middle of a shopping centre like twats. You know what, I love my first generation iPod, because I'm retro. I hope you get radiation poisioning from them. Obviously, this is meant in the nicest wat possible. Losers.

Before we finish...

I beleive I should mention Miss Lorna Marie Boyer because she is cool.

Rant over.