Our flight was cancelled, so no GCSE results for me. That's another seminal moment in my life royally fucked over.
And don't even try to phone me. Some fat cunt stole my phone. In fact, can everyone email their numbers to me?
Prepare for a long whingeing post later on. PREPARE.
"Oh look its the sound of the tiniest violin in the world."
*SUCKER PUNCH*
Take that you fucking violinist.
Bertie says cheeeese. So all's well that ends well, eh?
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