I don't like Sunday's, but my bank account hates them more.

I'm not a church going soul, never have been, probably never will be. In fact I think it's something of a win that I've never spontaneously combusted whenever I've had cause to pass through a church's shadow. But that's neither here nor there. 

The fact is I hate Sundays. There's just something about them that makes me want to try and eat my own elbows.

But, today, I've found another pass time. E-bay.

In the last ten minutes alone I think I've doubled my entire DVD collection by adding all those video nasty titles I've always wanted by never really wanted to spend more than peanuts for.

Who'd have thought buying someone else's tat was so much fun?