2006 Review
JAN: Back from Manchester, and now I'm back home I can feel my thoughts return back at full volume.
FEB: You are the Angel of Wisdom.
MAR: Kay, if you're reading this, just outside the WHSmith at the railway station, 11:30, okay?
APR: Well, I've put in my entry for the SFX Pulp Idol contest. If anyone wants me I'll be gibbering in a corner.
MAY: Well, I'm back from Exeter, and have many pearls of wisdom to impart.
JUN: I've seen X3! I'll not spoil it, Except to say that at one point or another I wanted to hug every mutant in it, with the exception of Pyro.
JUL: Just seen Doctor Who. Great green Goddess on a bicycle! I'd like to pick up Iain's thoughts on the matter:
AUG: Well, I got my glasses yesterday. Nice copper frames, not too heavy, but I'm still aware that I've got something on my face most of the time.
SEP: King Arthur. Everyone knows who I'm on about about, yeah?
OCT: I'm vaguely fond of unicorns. It's am embarasing eight-year-old thing I never grew out of.
NOV: AAargh. Two and a half hours into Nanowrimo, and it's clear I'm going to have to rethink.
DEC: We will never speak of this again.
FEB: You are the Angel of Wisdom.
MAR: Kay, if you're reading this, just outside the WHSmith at the railway station, 11:30, okay?
APR: Well, I've put in my entry for the SFX Pulp Idol contest. If anyone wants me I'll be gibbering in a corner.
MAY: Well, I'm back from Exeter, and have many pearls of wisdom to impart.
JUN: I've seen X3! I'll not spoil it, Except to say that at one point or another I wanted to hug every mutant in it, with the exception of Pyro.
JUL: Just seen Doctor Who. Great green Goddess on a bicycle! I'd like to pick up Iain's thoughts on the matter:
AUG: Well, I got my glasses yesterday. Nice copper frames, not too heavy, but I'm still aware that I've got something on my face most of the time.
SEP: King Arthur. Everyone knows who I'm on about about, yeah?
OCT: I'm vaguely fond of unicorns. It's am embarasing eight-year-old thing I never grew out of.
NOV: AAargh. Two and a half hours into Nanowrimo, and it's clear I'm going to have to rethink.
DEC: We will never speak of this again.