Well campers, it’s been a strange week. A lot that was going on was all about work mainly which of course most people will suffer with that particular disease until we can all be like those people from WALL-E, or as we brits know them as: Americans.

But there were things worthy of note which also included waking up late each day to the sun beaming through the blinds like Scotty from Star Trek, and the weather has been lovely of late, but when all you are wanting to do is keep your eyes closed, anything which destroys that luxury will be viewed with the level of contempt only seen when a dog leaves a present on your foot.

There was also a Friday night out in Soho, but we’ll leave that confusing affair to a later paragraph which hopefully will allow me time to think of funny things to cast onto the white space. Otherwise, it’s back to the tried and tested sex jokes. So I’ll stick a picture about Soho, and carry on.

But to return back from the side step of the above writing, recently I haven’t been able to sleep properly. Perhaps it’s the guilty conscience of destroying another village in India, or maybe it’s just the sheer volume of traffic which passes my window at 6:20 in the morning. But now my nightly routines consist of playing WOW again, that soul destroying game where my communication turns into something you’d scrawl on a toilet wall using your own excrement.

In addition to that, it’s back to watching old shows and and then falling asleep to them, ready in time to wake up at 3am to switch off the TV. It’s become a kind of ritual this week, and I’m worried that this trend will eventually kill what’s left of my brain.

Saturday was a write-off again till about 4 in the afternoon due to the Friday Night that proceeded before and as I wrote in my cunningly leading third paragraph, it was jolly confusing why we wandered round Soho, not for the various naughty bars featuring women wearing clothes that refuse to stay on themselves.

It all started out pleasant enough, at a bar where we talked a little bit and headed on out to the evil place of naughty, where of all things, we ended just a very tiny bar where we had one drink, got bored and then we all split up for food. I guess the time I woke up has been all the proper sleep being missed catching up to me.

And then to turn the blog entry on it’s head once again about something so different, you wonder what was the point, Sunday evening brought about an interesting state of affairs in the world of Online Gaming. Or more accurately Left 4 Dead.

You see, Left 4 Dead has had some updates to it recently, one of which was a new Survival mode, in which you are certain to die, it’s just a question of how long it takes before you are overwhelmed for sheer numbers. Normal people call that the London Underground.

But it appears that most people on the Left 4 Dead servers are very upset if you’re not the world’s best at it. Today was the first time I had given the mode a go, along with a friend from Sunny Wales way, and we went onto a couple of maps, and at some point, a guy from one of those gaming clans out there, bugger knows there’s far too many to count, came on and started getting upset with the way I play.

Long story short, some written abuse back and he went. Some time later my friend was kicked off a public server by other people, who again seemed unhappy about dying early in a game mode designed to kill you. All in all, it seems that at the moment, there are quite a number of either kids or mentally starved for something more in life people who are playing at the moment, so perhaps it’s best left alone for the time being online unless all 4 slots for players are filled with people you know.

I guess that brings you all up to date. Time for traffic and weather, where you are.