Well here we are again then. Apologies for my prolonged absence, it was all in a reasonable cause (writing and workshopping lots of new flash). However, with Festivus looming here we are. Despite a few flirtations with commercial radio I have yet to enter Whamhalla. How’s everyone else coping?
Fun in a box 
Still here, still plotting the Doom of Humanity.
Oh good. It’s close, right?
I must admit to feeling somewhat like the dork in the barrel… being carried along by expectations. Have a great Christmas, and my your imaginary santa reward you with something you really like! (mine’s scotch).
Cheers Stafford!
I am tired. I am irritable. I want Christmas to get off my danged lawn.
I just realised I haven’t blogged since I moved the horse to Myocum.
I love youze all but I am never home to blog about it.
Good that you’ve had some productive writing time, and I will justify my absence by telling myself you will all be able to write a best-seller while I am arguing with my horse over the need to remove wax from his ears and ticks from his arse. Truly, I’m doing you all a massive favour by not distracting you from a higher calling.
Pass the Cowboy Magic Mane Detangler, please.