Monday, 12 January 2009

A tentative toe... dipped into the waters. So, a solipsistic piece of onanism, a tree falling in the forest or just a stream consciousness punctuated by mood swings, tiredness and cheap booze; Molly Bloom with PMT? Yes. Yes. NO!

We'll just have to wait and see. Meanwhile, there are sheep to feed, silage to move and water troughs to check. Hey ho - of course he's the fucking farmer, Withnail - or has he come on holiday by mistake?

Things could prove sticky with this keyboard - it's been so sore abused that the keys stick like snot to an oven door, and typos and literals are guaranteed unless I hammer the keys with enough force. The gentle patter of touch-typing it ain't

So there you are. Like most losses of virginity, vastly over-rated. Not as sticky as some, however.

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