You've had the long so...

...here's the short of it. No! Not a picture of my cock you cheeky, and entirely misdirected, git.

A short entry today (OK, who let the ghost of Sid James into the room?). It has been one of those days wherein the sands of time run firmly against you. You know those days; you feel like twenty minutes have passed but really it is two hours. I relish these days when they come along - they're so infrequent, unless you live in Tellyland where people have jobs and lives that are so rewarding that they are continually looking at thier watches and asking, Is that the time. Gotta dash, as though life is just so crammed fully of specfuckingtacularly interesting things that you are bound to forget the time, probably even the decade: whoop-dee-bastard-doo.

I am laughing of course because I am in that show right here and now; life feels fuckin' great. I have the book finished, Rose is coming home, the new car is about to go on order and I am pretty sure that I have found the ideal place for us to live. Only downsides are that the prospective literary agent still hasn't seen the Tru way, the light, and Rose is 5471 miles away (give or take...) in TX.

...soon Tru, soon...

That's the long and short of it right now.

Catch you in the manana x.