My sofa is such a comfy place. So much more comfy than the computer chair. If you could read my mind, you'd be reading an award-winning blog.
But I can't be arsed to write it all down.
Sorry.
This may or may not be a hiatus.
But you know me - soon as you've concluded I've buggered off for good, I'll be back. With two oustanding reviews of culture, with a kvetch about the sheer incompetence of my GP, with an apposite and timely comment on the news of the day. With another kvetch about Sale and Manchester United losing at the weekend. With a breathless update of what music I'm listening to and what films I've been watching.
No, I'm not well. I have another two weeks off work. I want to work. I've got some good projects lined-up (Actually, very sexy, very 'in the news'). But I don't have the energy.
