I’n not feeling very well and I’m fed up to the back teeth of the sight of my immediate environs and companions, having been greeted this morning after a very rough night by yet another pool of cat sick on the rug.
Enough already.
Also for once in this benighted bloody swamp of a country it’s a nice day, so I’m buggering off. Feel free to avail yourself of our fine blogroll or take a leisurely stroll through the archives ( both at right). I find 2005 to be a piquant litle year myself.
Don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing, except Out.
Later.
UPDATE
I never did get out: someone let the tire down on my bike. Fuckwits.
