Gah, it's always the way isn't it? I just took two weeks off to recharge my turbos, answer the Basement Jaxx's probing question 'Where's your head at', hit the road and drink a lot of beer and wine. And as soon as I sauntered back into work with a 'I'm primed and ready to destroy something amazingly' attitude...I suddenly got clotheslined to hell by a passing cold that's sunk both boots right into my petrol tank. That's me on the left (figuratively) I hate being sick with a passion.
The various works and occasional ramblings of one man with no plan and everything that happens along the way. Once upon a time he checked out but like he mafia, he never really left..