My ego (I don’t want no English flags on my blog) and the fact that I am suspicious means that I’ve taken the April Fool’s joke down. You can now see it here to what graced the blog this morning.
To be fair, I didn’t think it was up to previous* years efforts, but that’s because I forgot the day. It was only when my mum came in with a bowl of frosties with a fork in it, that I realised that something was afoot.
Incidentally, she did the same trick with my brother, and he used the fork to eat his breakfast. The stubborn bastard.
Again, life is pretty boring for me at the moment. Currently about a third of the way through my thesis (though that has hit a grinding halt, due to Sky TV and also Pro Evolution Soccer 4), and I spent the day in Chester as I met S there for lunch, ales, and a rather disturbing (for me) look around Ann Summers.
* That had a couple of pictures there, which i’ve lost, so it’s not as funny now, but the basic jist of it was that I saw the face of Jesus Christ in a game of Minesweeper.