…it seems that now there’s a fan club celebrating the mindless dribblings of a tedious old wazzock. Quite frankly I’d had enough of the internet when I got poked on Facebook for the 37th time today but now the entire super-information highway is strewn with the roadkill and the camel’s back has a slipped disc.
I bought some stamps today – next time you hear from me it’ll be via your real life mailbox. If I have your address (which I don’t).
I didn’t surf today.