Bonjour from the capital city, Yes, I’m not in the Arctic tundra right now, just taking a small break away from various amounts of silliness and hijinks, although so far there has been lots of dilly dallying happening down here already, I guess you can call it a realisation of what’s going on at the moment with myself and what the future may entail.

Sounds vague and serious again, doesn’t it?

But rest assured, it’s probably me just wanting to cast wild rumours about the place and get people talking about you. After all, that’s the key of creating awareness, whether what people are saying about you is good or bad, at least they are talking about you. That’s a sign you’re making an impact.

Nevertheless this weekend so far has been a very strange one and that story I guess will remain for another time when all us old folks get together, and start remembering when it wasn’t a criminal offence to fart in someone’s toilet or something else, who knows what’s allowed these days?

I’m sitting in one of those handy internet cafe things, typing this, and there is a fair amount I wish to write but I’m aganist the clock at the present moment, so it will have to be briefer than I would like. Also, no pretty pictures to keep you all from falling asleep but there will be some other ones later on this week, after our return and triumph over Lord Sucky of the Mongoose horde.

In any case, this evening of course brings the opening in the posh place down mayfair, and it is the Lord of Leisure’s desire to make an impact later on this evening on the various people and other entites, pretending to talk utter rubbish, well, actually behaving as normal and perhaps dropping the odd pointless remark about what a poop stain on a canvas reflects about society.

Alas, my time is up, so from the Lord of Leisure in London, back to you in the studio. And now the weather sponsered by a evil empire bent on telling you all is well in the world.