I’m off to have my teeth replaced.

Again.

Picked bike up this evening. I shall start to cycle to work. The bike has lived in a cellar for 6 years; before that it lived in a garage; and before that it was used, for a year or so. The Local Bike Shop were all for replacing it as it must be 20 years old. I, however, was all for getting it back on the road. And now it is. Which is a good thing.

Soon it will be Glastonbury…

When you see an older person with fine taut skin, check the back of their head for a Bulldog clip.

If you work in media, please give me a job.

There’s an increasing feeling of detachment, like the links between the body and mind are being stretched.

Woo, woo!

In a Blog, as with other uses of the Internet, the line between fiction, fact and fantasy is blurred as one shouts off into the ether. The who, the what, why or when – all are open to speculation as the presentation of the self and the consciousness is adjusted for public presentation. This is self-construction. The screen serves as a levelling force, not determining but influencing the construct of the persona as the words are chopped and changed for some final image.