I grew old in Prague, with a glass of absinthe and a beer, in a jazz club that was in a 15th century cellar.

It helped to take my mind off it.

A brief update to 2003-07-14.

Found my place. It was the chair in the corner.

Found the shredder.

Yay.

The office is now leaking.

It really is wet outside.

The office is warm, and would be cosy, if not for the

LARGE PILE OF WORK

that is playing with my brain.

On Monday its my birthday.

Yip, as they say, ee.

So, to help me to celebrate, please send money.

Not to me.

But to the charity of your choice.

Thanks.

I think that they would like at least £5.00

Remember me?
This evening I am ever so slightly drunk.
I was okay, but then I drank the vodka. I wasn’t going to, but its important to get ris ofthe consumables before going away.

Happy new year.

If anyone doesever ever read these pages, please email me*. The link is via my name in the picture on the top left via the contact form in the top menu.

*Unless its abuse, I can do self doubt on my own.

Amended 26 May 2014

Christmas time

family here

father’s pissed on

cider and beer

threw up on the baby

and trod on the dog

whilst gran stuffed her face on

the whole chocolate log

Dear Santa

Please note that my house is private property. After your visit last year, which cracked the brickwork in the chimney as you forced your way into my lounge before drinking all of my whisky, I want you to know that you are not welcome to visit on Christmas eve. This year, I intend to keep the fire burning in the hearth. I note that you ridiculous costume includes a highly flammable trim, and you will go up like a yuletide flare if you attempt to get into the house. Note also, that your reindeer should not land on my roof – no more slipping tiles, please – nor hover in the vertical space above the house. The effect of all of these beasts, who had evidently been well fed during the course of the evening, was most unpleasant last year and quite put me off my lunch. Besides which, there is only so much manure that I need for the roses. So don’t tempt me to have a venison lunch.

Bah humbug etc…

The film is going well, which is good.

Cars are evil. The one I was in last night was written off, thanks to some speeding crazy fool. And some ice. Luckily we are all alive and okay, aside from a little bruising. And there didn’t appear to be any serious injuries in the other cars.

Tonight I intend to teleport to set.