A man called Raymond.

Bonjour Raymond. Ca va?
Yes Ladies and Gents I am back, and with that one reference general football speak is over for today. As is becoming more and more widely known I have procured myself a camera of digital proportions. I have yet to insert the required software up required machine's said backside, but when this is done I can assure you randomn pictures of strange old french man will be a thing of the past.
Those of you regulars will be familiar with the "What's a Hit/What's Shit" section of my rantings and wafflings. This has been updated to "Raymond Domenech of the Week Award". It will be awarded to the most hilariously donkey-like person/happening/thing that catches my one good eye.
This week, for the first time in its new form, I proudly present the Ray Award to Big Brother. Inane, vacuous self-loving tree trunks all put into one small house together = inane, vacuous self-loving tree trunks acting vacuously uttering inane nonsense and loving themselves up whenever they can catch a glimpse in the many mirrors that magnify their body hair and gormless expressions. Makes me sick.
Let me know what you think..maybe..