And now we return to the past to remark on various evil doings that occurred during September, now only if we had Earth, Wind and Fire singing in the background it would be the ideal montage sequence.

Motivation is a waning commodity in these times where the long hours of work practically drain you of energy and you find that the best you could hope for when you get home is to eat more cheesy snacks and catch up with who is sleeping with the cat on your favourite soap opera.

But I did start a course in writing in September having been spurred on to achieve, for what little that actually did.

Remarks were made about the giant donut that CERN had built underneath bits of Europe which even now still remains broken, and still remains a waste of money. And I guess once they fix the damned thing, then we should all start panicking that they are going to kill us all. See, all good news!

And it came to pass that another year had been added to The Lord of Leisure’s age, thus being the wrong side of 25, which only means the belly gets larger, the chins become numerous and the flatulence gets unbearable.

Actually if I look in the mirror now…Damn!

The chins are indeed many, the belly is way bigger than before, and I have boobs which rival many supermodels, which granted is not hard as sticks have better boobs than they do. To top it all of yes, I am still eating too much junk. Guess I was right with that vision of the future….

As well as another appearance in Audio form on the Gamers with Jobs podcast where the creator of Bioshock had a shock at the really bad advert for Andrew Ryan’s Seafood Restaurant and Grill, that same day was my graduation from the University of Wolverhampton, perhaps in some cases better known as the land time forgot.

Ahhhh, don’t we look like gimps. But I had even bought a three piece suit for the occasion, which I would wear one more time as it goes for the rest of the year.

GOG.com made an appearence on the scene and got me all over excited about playing Descent all over again. Mind you recently they got me all warmed up over the re-release of Cannon Fodder for not much more than I would for a lunch here in the big smoky bacon place that is London, so I figured; skip lunch and buy the game instead. And may GOG.com live on until we get SWOS working.

But I guess September will be remembered as the month in which we truly knew how screwed we were by the banking system after the collapse of Lehman Brothers, which had brought many roosters home to…roost.

Many questions were asked, many were blamed but nothing actually has changed since then and some could argue it’s gotten worse. And yet we’ve still seen little to no reform of the way these people do business.

All that’s happened is that they keep hold of the cash they have, including the bailouts from us, the taxpayers, and then charge even more for us being in debt, which is partially due to them in the first place. Love it when a bad plan comes together.

I suppose the other major event which was expressed about during this time was the fact that our good friends, Steve and Kristi got married out in Volvoland or whatever it’s called now;

See, we had pictures and everything.

I suppose many people would be able to describe weddings in more grand detail, to remark on the grand occasion with more flare, better grammar and perhaps giving this more gravitas than the words here give. But perhaps in the words of this simple man, who has trouble even admitting he has personal habits which make monkeys blush, just the sheer feeling of happiness for both my friends, it was just overwhelming, and you really couldn’t help but smile all the way through.

There was dancing, lots of laughs, a strip bar underneath the hotel, fears of dying on the plane trips back and forth from the europeland place, and have to say met a huge number of really good people, and it’s a shame that we haven’t seen anyone there since.

But as the french say; Oui.

There were a few other things which didn’t go documented as it goes, and it’s sad now that I can’t really remember what was going on except for the fact that Natalie had moved in at the end of September having spent so long away in Lightbulbia, which was some people would say a bad thing to happen and some would say that’s a good thing to happen.

But as the french say; a cote de la chien.