As you may have guessed from the twittering, I did return last night on the easy flight o fun to London, just not at a pleasent time of the day to be exact: 3am. It’s what you pay for I guess, and once again My fear of flying came bounding along like a newborn puppy, ready to feed on the milk of thoughts which occured in my mind any time there was slight turbulance. Oh come on, you’re stuck in a flying baked bean tin for hours, and you’re the only non-terrorist not trying to light his boots on fire.

It’s been a fun week despite not being fully filled with lying around on my arse, but there were some really bizzare things I did see and over the weekend I will be sharing them with you and possibly opening myself up to yet more lawsuits and restraining orders by stating outragous things about, Oh I don’t know…women and them not knowing their place or something. You know the type of stuff to set certain types off these days, it’s always good fun!

In the meantime It appears that lack of sleep from the night before has caught up with me and my inclunation of writing has died along with my sense of smell, the pizza left in the fridge while I was away and also any way of ending sentences properly….err….