arse

There's wank about Wales? I seem to have missed that.

So I changed my bookcase around, got all the books back in and where I wanted them, then the other day I noticed it was leaning at maybe a two degree angle away from the wall. Last night it had increased to three degrees. Damn you Ikea Ivar! I'm going to have to take everything out again and drill the bloody thing to the wall before it collapses under the sheer weight of retro sex manuals and books about the Beatles. Bugger.

I hate my life.