Dual/Duel Crass.

A morning of reading [I finshed David B's brilliant Epileptic] then a trip to the town. A dozen second hand shops and only one purchase, a full Scrabble set for £1.50. I hope it plays as good as it smells. I also heard from my pal Ally. Now, besides typing this, I am tidying more unwanted goods into bin bags to the music of various compilations made by my friends. Double thanks to Jon for doing two.

Then there are these useless diversions made last night during the wait for anti-virus updates...





God blast me head first into the heart of a Mr. Staypuft for my poor use of life. It is almost from the same pipe as The Proms. Dig a crater youse drifters.