Now, with stage directions

I really have very little to say. I'm probably going to Newcastle tomorrow, though I don't, in point of fact, have tickets or know what time the train I'm meant to take leaves yet. So I'm probably going to have a go at sorting that out a bit.

Today I've spent most of the day sweeping out the garden. Sweeping, you ask? Indeed. (Coherence go home).

Metallica are on the radio. I don't like them much.

In fact I'm blogging out of guilt, because tomorrow is day one of a kind of national-scale brownian motion that'll end up with me at the end of a 56k modem in rural Devon in about a week's time. The guilt part comes from the fact that I will probably neither blog, nor work, nor think, for a period of three to nine days while all this goes on.

So, I suggest that instead of reading this blog, you visit these people:

Idle, ME by Jeremiah Clark
8-Bit theater by Brian Clevinger
Penny Arcade By two veritable heroes for our time

You're welcome.

(bows, cap in hand, and retreats backwards with minimal awkward shuffling)

Song in my head: "Ant farm" by Eels