The lottery is rubbish.

We haven’t won. Again.

I want my money back.

A compliment I said to her:

Your eyes are like spheres of glue filled with shimmering worms.

Just back from Paris.

(With flu.)

Photos to follow (of Paris, not of flu).

One noticeable thing about the city is how many people there are out walking their dogs.

Murderers don’t stand a chance.

Oh.

How exciting.

I appear to have beeen offered a new job.

Currrent report status: 26 pages.

Think I might take all this down.

There’s no feedback to suggest anyone ever reads any of it.

I’d like to be a progressive thinker, but I havn’t got that far in my development.