I thought I’d better write an official-esque post marking the end of the MCRmy Census, but didn’t get around to it yesterday because I was, er, prom dress-shopping (regular readers: take the piss at will. Parts of that shop looked like a unicorn had puked rainbows onto chiffon). Anyway, it’s over. “Done, finished, kaput, in the proverbial can…” and will be played as loud as possible from somebody’s car when I sort out the results in to some sort of readable format.
Unfortunately, I leave school in less than a fortnight and spend six weeks doing exams, so there won’t be anything huge until at least July. I am going to attempt to continue logging results, but the last three days of April were like the final hours of a Primark sale; absolutely batshit crazy – the amount of entries doubled! If I haven’t confirmed I’ve logged your entry, I will, I promise, just not for a little while.
In the mean time, sit tight, get comfy and watch this year’s Apprentice. With the sound turned down, because most of the candidates are embarrassments to the human race. Or, alternatively, revel in the knowledge that I love and appreciate every single person who Tweeted, Facebooked, entered or discussed the Census, whether it be to write it off entirely or to tell me you liked it.
Xøxo ❤ #hashtag etc,
**Update** In the mean time, vote for My Chem in this year’s Kerrang! Awards. They’re up for Best Live Band and Best International Band, and, although my nomination for Frank as Tweeter of the year didn’t get through, The Big Bang Theory‘s up for Best TV Show. Vote at will, etc. (You have to register every time you vote, so I encourage you to make a handy-dandy Word document with all your details, to avoid messing about.)