Hello skid pans. We’ve got our waders on again, which means it is time once more to get stuck into the silage that is the letter bag. And good lord, it really hums this week. Seriously. Imagine the smell of an uncovered war-grave.
Multiply that by ten are you’re nowhere near close.
Of course, there’s the usual abuse and junk this week, just like any other week. And mercifully, the Michael Jackson fans are back again, arousing us with their bile. We’ve also got someone defending Christian Bale in a very amusing fashion, not to mention someone talking about smelling Avril Lavigne’s hair. Let us sift the floating scum together like we’re panning for gold amongst the turds.