It’s time for some Shatner.

Another Friday evening wasted.

Meh. Where did my life go? Ah, down the toilet. Now I remember.

The only thing that can turn this evening around is a decent Shatner song. And by decent I mean not utterly terrible.

The only decent cover version that William Shatner ever did without sounding like rape and murder to my bleeding ears was Common People by Pulp.

Debatable, I know.

But as long as no one ever posts any comments and argues with me or Jon, I will continue my reign of terror on this blog.

Yes, I am desperately fishing here. That’s what cheap cider will do to a man.

No more blah, blah, blah!