Regretfully it has come to the point where I need to take some time away from writing this amazing piece of English literature called Ooh sometimes. I can see beads of sweat dripping down your brows, the worried looks of wonderment as to why I am running away from this digital modern look onto what life brings us these days, albeit in a strange manner.

It appears that every once in a while, a spark of genius catches light and therefore you become compelled to act upon it. And I am sorry to say, yes, a spark of genius has indeed been sparked in the space still left vacant by my departed brain, shortly after it decided it wanted to have a break from me, and we had grown apart. But today I received a phone call. I was flabbergasted to hear who it was.

Paul: Hello?
Brain: Remember me?
Paul: Oh my. Not after more money are we? Look after you spent it all in Monty Carlo (I’ll explain here for those not clued up, this is a cheap casino in Blackpool), I said that was the last time…
Brain: Sorry mate, but no, I am still rather flush. It’s not the reason I’m calling.
Paul: So what then? Are you getting married or something?
Brain: Again close but no cigar.
Paul: Ok, you’re confusing me.
Brain: That’s not hard. Come on; remember the time you forgot how to walk? I had to tell you for the longest time it was one foot then the other….
Paul: Well…..
Brain: No, I’m afraid it’s better than that.
Paul: Oh no, please don’t say that phrase.
Brain: What phrase?
Paul: You know. That phrase that fills people with dread, and I know no good will come from it.
Brain: Yep, it’s that one.
Paul: Bollocks. Are you 100% sure?
Brain: Sorry mate, but…..I’ve got an idea.
Paul: Does that mean I’m going to cry after it all falls apart?
Brain: Yep.
Paul: You’re not moving back in.
Brain: Bastard.

That could be a sitcom couldn’t it? Pauly and the Brain. One of them’s a genius, the other’s just stupid. Let’s all point and laugh!

And sometimes a man gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Except I really don’t have to. It’s just something I want to think about and give it a good think and plan before deciding whether or the little project is even worth pursuing. It’s not the web site btw, the Web Master Tebbutt will be in charge of that, when he of course takes up the charge with his busy schedule. Nah, it’s something which I just want to explore and see if it’s viable before committing a large amount of my time to it. Once again, you exclaim, Paul you saviour of mankind, you’re being cryptic again? I understand that your overwhelming thought patterns cannot be comprehended by us mere mortals and once again I feel like you should be showered with many fine virgins, but please! For once could you not write something which forces us to wait so you can tell us and it turns out to as exciting as a deflated balloon?

Well actually I am never going tell you until it’s finished. This is just investigation and if it sounds good, the next time you will hear about it, is when it’s done. So that means you will never hear about it again. How will that sit with you?

Look I am sorry to say, I will be back next week, once again writing on this fine piece of modern tech once again entertaining you and making you think that you need to get out more. I shall regail you with what has gone on in Birmingham this week while on training, the weekend’s fun which should be good besides my little time to myself and something else to moan about. Bet you can’t wait.