Looking for excuses to avoid Jacking In for ten minutes, I turn to my ever trusty blog.

It's time to write some nonsense.

Oh, just been distracted by an e-mail that's arrived in my inbox and provoked a distinctly girly OH! MY! GOD!

Er... gotta go. Precis: Bedminster is cheap, I'm reading military history books alternating with Julian Cope's autobiography and I'm sleeping more conventional hours.