Today marks the 10th anniversary of the passing of the most beautiful, caring, loving and strong woman I ever had the good fortune to know. My Mother.
I’m away from work today so that I can reflect on everything my Mum means to me, and to think about how her memory has shaped the person I am.

I have spoken about the man love that I secrete on a daily basis for Jeremy Clarkson and Co over at Top Gear but with the news of Richard Hammond’s high speed accident doing the rounds this week it has prompted a typical reaction from the right-wing fairies who think all cars should be destroyed and everyone should get about on clouds who’s only exhaust fume is rain and a bit of thunder occasionally so we don’t hurt the lovely environment.

Greetings! It’s that time of the year again! That’s right, time for Kizza to post on Fatloaf!
I can’t recall when I last posted, I believe it was some time in the early 15th Century. However, now I have a topic to discuss, and this is my outlet, so bear with me. Or don’t. I get paid either way.

Can I buy you a drink?

There has been a week’s worth of activities passing by as I declined to post up last week, not an oversight I assure you. With me changing projects left, right and centre I was left without any form of access to the intertron outside of Telstra’s wonderful intranet.

You heard me, shit.

The reason for this is simple, we won. Jan supplied Monet, Chris added in with the Great Fire of London, Bill had pollyps and I pipe in with Blade Runner. There were others as well mind you but all these things came together to prove that we’re the business.

Remember me? I’m angry. Angry about most things. Have a bit of a squizzy here and here to refresh your memory.

It is with great anger that I present to you the third installment of:

10 things Grum hates about you.