“All right, then, I'll go to hell.” - Mark Twain

I had something to say, but when I checked the facts, it turned out I was completely wrong. But since I'd started typing (obviously not this sentence) I carried on anyway. I wish I had something to say, some wry comment to make, because in all honesty, I enjoy 'blogging' (yuk) but, as I'm sure you are aware, I just don't have that much going on, in any sense.

I was stuck behind a decorators van today (I was in my car, it wasn't some kind of reversing accident). It proclaimed "interior and exterior specialists". Am I the only one who thinks this is a ludicrous proclamation? Is there some barely measurable plane of existence between the two that he won't touch with a bargepole (or indeed a paintbrush?).

My root canal was, well, painless, in both senses of the word (physically and financially). An hours drilling and my only worry was trying to avoid looking at my horrendous reflection, which I could see from one hard to avoid angle (reflected in the light fitting) , and then a bill of only £47, whic for three appointments, umpteen x-rays and other esoteric Dentisty stuff can't be bad can it?

I'm still set on that Autumn holiday, let's see how this plays out eh?

I finally got Middleman on DVD. After Firefly this was the show that needed a second season most. Plus check out all of those lovely Vancouver back alleys !

“He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.” - Douglas Adams