I've not been a well boy the last few weeks; and I'm very, very weary now.

I need to concentrate what energy (and time) I'm going to have left—rather less of both than I thought until earlier this year—on doing things that are really important rather than messing about with blogs. 

Now don't panic if you think you might have slept with me: that's because it's the way my little physical disability is panning out, not because of AIDs or anything.

But there won't be any new posts because of that. Sorry.


Boxing Day



. . .was when they (that's the upper class rich exploiting bastards) used to hand out the prezzies to the peasants . . . So here you are: a bit of something of a festive me to look at. Only I skipped a really rude one . . .

Oh. Sorry, didn't meant to imply you're all peasants. Not at all. I'm sure you're all nice middle class boys, like me.

(Hmm. Hope I'm not risking being deleted for one of those . . .you never know with these googly guys. Make a note of the alternative right down at the bottom—of the page 1 just in case.)


Scribbled by Camerawhore