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.
Shocking the world we live in now, everything is just foul and filthy and that Grand Theft Auto 4 doesn’t help here. Be prepared to be shocked.
Work has been rather interesting this week, a sense of lull, mixed with Lemsip and euphoria has come in, where now it is at the point that consequences are out the window. You can say and practically do what you like without fear or reprisal, granted you wouldn’t drop your trousers and leave a brown present on your boss’s desk at this point, but all the while the one thing you have at the back of your head is:
