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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I’ve reached that absolutely insane crisis point in blogging once again, where I start to panic that I’ve not blogged for so long that there’s so much to catch up with, and at the same time I don’t know where to start and a paralysed in the headlights of the continuing passage of time which is coming to mow me down… and also I’m getting trapped in metaphors that really don’t fit the situation.

In brief, the things I have to tell you all about, in some detail, include:

My flights to and from Dublin last weekend.
The tiny men-children that kept chatting me up in Whelans.
Looking after a baby who wanted to eat my arm.
Possibly finding God in St Pauls Cathedral.
Being incredibly envious of my Granny.
Being escorted home by the police.
Becoming one of those statistics where an employer finds your personal blog.
My new tattoo.
Introducing the first Competition of the Blog.

And of course I also need to catch up with my Crap At The Environment challenges.

But! The problem is I have got a million trillion badillion things to do all day every day (I should be doing some of them right now, and I’m not) so what I propose to do is this:

Scream hysterically and run away.

I hope you can all join me.

(In actual fact I'm intending a full blog catch up, complete with backdated entries and! AND! photographs, all appearing on Sunday when I should be doing my Open University work. Happy now?)


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