Gershwin

Crikey, that was 9 days ago. Well, consider this another stall. Too busy, too tired, need to get up tomorrow and write some of the thesis I have no interest in writing, generally too pissed-off at the world and self-reflectively sloshing about in my own pool of largely insignificant and yet wearisome life-thingies too much currently to come up with anything useful, or even at least mildly entertaining (if I dare aim for the lofty heights of 'mildly') completely non-useful stuff. Yeah, why pretend this blog has been useful at any point.

I suggest instead you all go and read Arc's anti-label rant (he's over there on the left - not on the left left I mean, although he is, but isn't, because of...ah bollocks, I mean the left of this page, just go read it). It is good.

At some point when I emerge I shall catch up on all those stories of the last month or two (that seem to have been dominated somewhat by lots of drinking) so that all those that already know the tales, or were in fact actually there, can hear all about my debut as a shoplifter and of my 4:30am swan (or should it be duck?) diving.

Ben's blog - it's just like owning the DVD.

Oh and those of you I owe e-mail to (the list is growing long) can expect a similar flah, at some thing, point, in the hoojit. Stabbed through the arras. Very painful.

Sleeeeeeeeeep.