I think BuggerAll has finally made me see the error of my t'internet ways. He quite rightly bollocked me recently and, if I search deep into my soul I have to admit he has a point. I am uneccessarily cruel, I target the weak and the defenceless and in a vain attempt to bolster my own faltering personality and thinly disguised fragility I spit venom and spite at anyone i consider fairgame. The first step on my long journey to change this wounded and vengeful heart into a beacon of morality, of justice and of giving and love is to repair the fractured ties that me and BuggerAll share. Knowing little about him but his probable age, an afternoon at Doncasters utterly essence Xscape, throwing ourselves headlong down its heady slopes whilst laughing together and high fiving may be a bit much. Quaser may be out as well as I get flashbacks and last time forearm smashed a nine year old from Salford whilst screaming at his Mum in broken Pashtun. Any ideas where I can take him? If it goes well and we finish the night warmly embracing and waving each other off into the night ill make a habit of it and start making amends with them that theatrically spit out swear words and kick their Nans cat when I write rude words and funnyish descriptions.