Sunday, January 08, 2006


Here's a startling revelation: the problem with holidays is, they end.


And the problem with going to a city for a holiday is coming home to the country to find THERE'S NOTHING HERE.




Bloody hell. It would've been better not to go at all.

And you've already detected this is nothing but a big whinge? Correct. You also think I'm being stupid? Also correct. In fact, you think I'm being nothing but a Stupid Big Whinger? Correct once again, damn it.

Now I'll just make a bit more of a song and a dance about how extremely GLUM I am, and then it'll probably be time for a nice cup of tea. And then I might even wander through the grass and trees. Again.

You really wanted to know this, didn't you?