That's one small stepladder for man...
Have spent the evening watching Top Gear with the man, and have come to a realization.
Clearly, the only sane thing to do, is to entirely scrap my idea for my Snarry Games entry, shift the entire project to another country, and race the boys from Bristol to Perth on a highly unlikely historical pastiche, and too much coffee. When's the deadline again? Oh, I'm past it already? No worries then! No brakes! Go with GOD!
Don't you fucking tell me the Stig couldn't do it!
In other news, Dominus informs me that I am on no account allowed to drive to breakfast tomorrow morning. He has yet to explain why this is. What do you all think of it?
Clearly, the only sane thing to do, is to entirely scrap my idea for my Snarry Games entry, shift the entire project to another country, and race the boys from Bristol to Perth on a highly unlikely historical pastiche, and too much coffee. When's the deadline again? Oh, I'm past it already? No worries then! No brakes! Go with GOD!
Don't you fucking tell me the Stig couldn't do it!
In other news, Dominus informs me that I am on no account allowed to drive to breakfast tomorrow morning. He has yet to explain why this is. What do you all think of it?
