So I've not done this whole blog thing for a while, and I can't tell you why.
If I told you why, I'd have to kill you. That's why. If I told you the real reason you wouldn't believe me. Basically, it's got something to do with all of the following:
- Jam
- 'Hungry Hungry Hippos'
- Chair Legs
- Badminton
- Tchaikovsky
- Icebergs
- Iceberg Lettuce
- The Human Anatomy
- Welsh
The real reason I can't tell you why is that there is no reason, I'm just shit. But a very busy shit, so don't expect the same level of vapid balderdash.
About Sophie
- Sophie
- Sophie formed from the mould found on the bottom of a writer's mug of tea. Not much is known about the writer, except that they were shite. A considerable amount is known about the mug, however: it was a white mug with The Beatles images on the side. Many believe this is the cause of many of Sophie's traits, such as her pale shiny skin and her treatment of The Beatles like Gods. Some might say Sophie talks too much crap. Some might say her use of large font is quite irritating. Some might say she’s a twat. All of these are true of course, but you’re the one reading the blog so now who’s the twat, eh? This is the blog of Sophie, and her adventures, thoughts and opinions.
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