My body still hates me. I'd just recovered from Collectormania last weekend when I toddled up to Manchester on Friday to see Raintown. It was a nightmare drive - took me something like three and a half hours in stop-start traffic to do 80odd miles. I was hurting when I got there ( Read more... )

Right, lets try and get back to some semblance of routine and normality... or, as normal as it gets around this here blog anyhoo!

Starting with ( The Sunday Wibble-A-Thon )

Good morning interwebs. Hope you're well.

It seems I was tired last night. I crashed out for the best part of 11 hours and had utterly bizarre dreams. Both Louis de Pointe du Lac and Nathan Fillion wanted me to be the drummer for their band. Now, as far as I know, neither of these men have a band... and I cannot play the drums.

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