Been reading this for a few days now, great book so far and as with his other books, McNab has used his amazing techniques to keep me entertained and reading.

Anyway, people have been whining and complaining recently due to how many tries it takes to connect to a game on MW2, or how many people run around like idiots with the 1887s, but in all honesty, only idiots care. It’s a game, this game has certain things, some people don’t like these things, others do, it’s just like anything else you’ve ever played or done, people either like it, or not. Stop whining.

I’ve been playing it as much as a horny rabbit plays his mate. This game has become more addicting than heroin to me and I’ve been unable to stop playing since I first got it, Steam reports 110 hours of gameplay since I got it but I feel I’m sure I’ve done more.

I’m a little Rank 11 after prestiging.

What do you think makes a good apology, is it the care, the thought or is it just the words? Let me know in a FB or twitter reply, or on here.

I’d like to make an apology to a few people I’ve been a bit of a !#$% to; So here’s my apology. I’m sorry Patrick, for being an asshat and I could say ruining one of your friendships. I’m sorry badlands for the constant annoyance and twitchiness that causes us to argue. I’m sorry Minotour for being an asshat again.

You guys are/were all great friends and I’d just like to say that.

So I saw Inglorious Basterds, and boy was it awesome. Jesus Christ you have never seen something so damn awesome that you shit bricks while just watching the opening credits. It’s a movie set in World War 2 about a specialist group known as the Basterds that go around Killin’ Gnatsies.

It’s a damn funny and great film to watch, especially if you’re tired and bored at 4 AM, like I was.

Some company came to the pub and offered us this new energy drink called hell and gave us a sample, since I’m a huge red bull fan and all, I compare the ingredients and down it.

It was just red bull in a different can, seriously, same taste, same feeling, everything.

God damnit world, where’s my “new”?!