Not been here for a while, mainly because I’ve had nothing
interesting to say, and if you’ve got nothing interesting to say you should
keep quiet, that’s what I reckon.
I’ve been working on a thing, laying out a plot of sorts,
but I’m unsure of what form the thing should take. It’s a thing I was spurred
to work on after a conversation in a car a while ago; a mash-up of The Killer
Inside Me and Carry On Cowboy. Possibly prose, possibly a comics script.
Health: still a bit dodgy. Still trying to find out why the
blood pressure and the cholesterol are fine one day and potentially
stroke-inducing the next despite careful monitoring of diet and exercise. The
truth will out, and with any luck it’ll do so before I keel over.
And this is already getting far too solipsistic for my
liking, so let’s knock it on the head for the day.
