Yak yak yak...

Another day, another disaster. Went out drinking on Saturday night in Croydon and then felt like death on Sunday. On 3 pints. This is quite tragic. However, whilst out there, did at least put technology to the best use possible: making the cruddiest possible video of a man in a darkened pub licking the flame of a cigarette lighter. [you'll need Quicktime, yawn]

A man in a darkened pub licking the flame of a cigarette lighter.


Still haven't finished issue 5 of Stopadoodledoo, still haven't booked flights for the summer, still haven't done anything at all. Thus the thousand tiny cuts accumulate to crush your life away...

Anyway, here's the plan:

run lots
eat lots
swear lots
[edit]and fix that stupid Google advert so it fits in the sidebar[/edit]

and in between whiles, get the next issue out the door, while at the same time wasting half my life recording its progress on this blog. Back later...