I’ve been pretty lost with myself this past week. Apart from a bit of fun hanging out with Will, on Monday, the rest of the week has been utter shit and I’ve been walking around in a really grumpy mood like a bear with an incredibly sore and tender head.

I have been sitting here and staring at the blank page on my word processor software for the past hour trying to figure out how I start this blog post. I know exactly what I have to say but for some reason I just couldn’t think of the words.

Ever since I bought this blog, back in October, there has been a steady stream of people asking me the same question over and over again: why is a guy called Steven Richardson running a blog that is named after a guy called Dean Saliba?

I haven’t updated in a while. This is a mixture of laziness and the fact that I’ve not really had anything to write about. I wanted this blog to be an outlet for me to rant and rave about things and people who annoy me. This has not happened lately because people have been cool. Bunch of cunts!

Well it certainly is all go around here. The Christmas tree and decorations have been put up and really make the place look nice and warm, although the front room now looks incredibly small and will look even more tiny once we pile the presents under the tree.

I’ve apparently developed a rather annoying habit of complimenting people’s clothing. I was not aware that this was such a huge problem but apparently saying that you like a jumper, pair of trainers, someone’s tits, or a T.-shirt someone is wearing, is not the done thing to do.

I wanted to buy a magazine today called Metal Hammer. They were giving away a CD with 13 Pantera songs being sung by metal bands (Machine Head, Zacc Wylde, Five Finger Death Punch, etc) to celebrate the five year anniversary of Dimbag’s tragic murder.