Well campers, may as well post a ever so brief and fleeting update about the naughty of late.

I’m currently back up in Sunny Shropshire, seeing people young, old and techincally dead. It’s another time of leaving the hustle and bustle of London behind for a short while, and this all came at the end of a pretty damned good week as it all goes.

Even with what happened on Thursday which will stay with myself and possibly some poor people who really didn’t want to see what I had been doing.

What am I talking about you may be asking? Well that will wait until I get some time to upload the pictures and lay out some funky beats to get down with.

Now today is Valet Parking Day where men and women pretend to care about themselves and buy new cushions or something. I don’t know, I went off on one last year about the whole thing and with the credit crunch crunching away at my underpants, the whole affair seems to make even less sense this time around. Surely people will realise that all these extra days like pretend we care day, Mothers day, Doctors day and all the other days are a load of rubbish and forget about them?

Judging from the stalls down south I had seen before boarding a train, not really.

Right, I’ve rambled enough, off to get to more done, sleep and then relax by a pool filled with exotic ladies.