In my time on this little corner of the Interweb I've already explained my dismay with the advertising pointing out how my funeral probably won't have fireworks unless I start puttng some money away. Well that might be difficult you see, on account of all the ads currently that are attempting to put the fear in me that big burly blokes will be waiting on my doorstep shortly (after the threatening phone calls?...) I wanna ave some words wif ya!
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..