Rumours

...of the demise of Shadey Mike are grossly exxagerated and hey, I'm back.

Been busy doing real life socialising with real life people, doing bits and pieces that need doing, and absolutely failing to have a quality Bank Holiday Monday.

Half my team were in work and I had a gut feeling that that'd be where I aught to be too. Quite right too. Everything I attempted failed... my oppo' pulled out of the trip to the Raptor Centre in Thirsk; the morning dragged until I'd left it too late to make the last flying display of the afternoon; left it too late to go to the Railway Museum in York and missed last admission to the Lancaster Bomber's taxi run at East Kirkby by five minutes. Eventually removed myself into town to have a quick beer at the Number 2 bar, home via the Pizza shop which was full of teenagers fresh and wet from the Foam Party in town... now long ago, I went to one of these... I'm not proud; but it was in Majorca which at least has the climate for walking around soaked. Cleethorpes does not. Never mind, it's only the young, youth is wasted on them. Pizza kept me up with gutrot for a good several hours after I hit the hay; all in all I'd rather have been in work.

And I've just almost crapped myself as a spider the size of Frank Bruno's fist walked across my leg as I typed this. Where's Giz when there's something to be killed? Nowhere near lol !!!