Since the bank holiday weekend naughty, the digital rantings of Ooh Sometimes has once again laid dormant, silent if you will, waiting for the eruption of orgasmic dribble to filter through the internet to your eyes, allowing you to feel one with the world and feel in need of a cigerette.

Actually it’s been down to the fact that most of the eletrical equipment at home is packed away ready for the weekend move to London, and therefore without the aid of such devices, updates have been close to impossible to do. Yet another excuse you may argue with your fist up in the air, possibly before shouting “Curse you!” and you are entirely right to think such things.

The back log of updates is slowly but surely building up with photos of this year’s cricket adventure to be showcased, along with the article about doing the podcast and what else has been happening in the world since the review about Assassin’s Creed was released.

In fact, as I type this wonderfully crafted message of world peace and destruction, I sit in the former workplace, basically as most people have gone, and frankly I’ve ran out of things to do.

We will of course endevour to deliver a service that the world can be either proud or ashamed of over the next few weeks, but given that I won’t be able to until Internet access is restored and the Uber Beast of the PC is back in working order, it will be difficult at best.

Of course, over the next few weeks my new job down in London as professional monkey in the local zoo will have to be of equal focus, and let’s face it, my time management skills have been remarked on more than once before so, let’s leave it there.

One thing, I’m tired of trying to decide what to take and not, what to pack into “ever decreasing in size” boxes and what to do when I get there. From what little I know, a construction crew working round the clock to sort the place out is required even before I unpack. You never truly reliase how much tat you build up until the time comes to actually pack it all away in tiny boxes.

Seriously I underestimated how many DVDs I had until they all were in a big pile on the floor all around me, and it pains me to see my babies getting left behind. But left behind, they must be. This is because of course as said before, I have no idea what will be happening over the coming period of time, maybe moving again, maybe finding something new to do, or as I suspect, mainly crying. Even with only taking half of what I have, it’s far too much. But I am a silly person and I must have my trinkets.

Friday is the doo of leaving  where many cups of tea will be had, mainly by my god self and then we all set off on Saturday for the new room of the damned down in the capital. Whenever I get back onto the digital planes of existance proper, have fun in the meantime, and don’t get stabbed, I ‘ve been hearing nothing but bad things about that….