Beachend Bootboy

Spell. While flying to his father's funeral in rural Appalachia, an intense storm causes Marquis to lose control of the plane carrying himself and his family. He soon awakens wounded, alone and trapped in Ms. Eloise's attic. Eloise claims she can nurse him back to health with a hoodoo figure she's made from his blood and skin. Unable to call for help, Marquis desperately tries to break free from her dark magic and save his family from a sinister ritual before the rise of the blood moon. Hokum. 6/10

Right butch cunt too. Munchety munch.

Fuck knows why that's in big type. Cut and paste job maybe.

Owain Wyn Evans. Bent shot annoys the fuck out of me.

Super, smashing, great. Let's have a look at what you could have won, is ok tho. RIP Jim.

Nae idea.

Aye, fuck the huns. The rest is pish.

Speakin' of Americanisms. I fukin' hate the word 'math' as in 'you do the math'. It's fuckin maths you stupid yank cunts. It's short for mathematics. Plural. Fuckin' math my arse. Fuck off.

That grips my shite.

Willy's Wonderland. Horror/Comedy??????? When his car breaks down, a quiet loner agrees to clean an abandoned family fun center in exchange for repairs. He soon finds himself waging war against possessed animatronic mascots while trapped inside Willy's Wonderland. Well, well. Nicholas Cage is a shite film, who'd have guessed. So bad it's actually absolutely average. Probably enjoyed it more after it had finished than when actually wartching the fucker.

Peppermint. Five years after her daughter and husband's brutal murder, a woman sets out to strengthen her body and mind so that she can bring justice to her family. Another good crime, action, vigilante type thing.

Life's also too short to fuck up the things that mean something to you. I'm afraid that's what I was faced with. Anyhow, as I said, I don't preach, each to their own. The question was asked and I answered for my circustances. Everyone's different.

Lucky too. I was never bothered with hangovers until my mid-late 20's but by fuck they hit me after that.

You're lucky then. I couldn't forget and people take great delight in reminding you if you were a cunt. I fuckin' hated it.

That was my system too. Rarely drank on a school night. Weekends, fuckin' hell for leather. Three or four day hangover and bang, into another weekend. Just got to be a routine. The hangovers were effecting me mentally as opposed to physically. Just the depressive effect of alcohol I suppose. Horrible feeling tho.