I cannot tell you how sorry I am for not posting more frequently.
Best I can do is "not". I am not sorry at all. Nor are you.
I founded this blog with the sincere intention of creating a rubbish dump for those wormy hobby-horsical loose shifty random mental spasms aka "thoughts" that crept up and mugged me from time to time.
Reality has overtaken me. I am no longer able to compete with the madness out there and
Readers: Hate to interrupt you in mid-flow but would you care to publish some news?*snurk*
Blogista: My cat Tiddles has died.
Readers: Now we fucking GOT YA COLD, is a bulti-billion pound fine and time up before the beak. I mean the fucking judge, dirtbag.
Blogista: I don't even have a cat. I was just making that up.
Readers: You print what Hugh fucking Grant TELLS you to print and you fucking print it when Hugh fucking Grant fucking TELLS you to fucking print it, orright?
Blogista: In breaking news, my goldfish Tiddles has some fungus on his gills. Defiant to the end, eh?
Hugh fucking Grant: You fucking don't print that til I tolt yew to fucking print that OKAY?
Russian Mafia: Sort Cyprus. Don't nick our money.Word to the wise.