Sundries

Not much going on here lately, largely because through a combination of tiredness, lethargy and apathy I haven't bothered to write anything, and certainly not because there aren't things going on in this city, this country or indeed the world on which I have a strong opinion. Too tired/bored/uninspired to write.

In fact, this is just a placeholder, to make sure that my archive doesn't have any more missing months like last summer when I went on a "too hot/stoned/busy to write" sabbatical and lost July and August.

In the meantime, it remains only for me to wish my infrequently knickerless but perenially beautiful friend D a happy birthday for a few days ago. Not that she reads this blog, and not that she'd recognise herself if she did (her initial isn't D, for a start, but it does have meaning for me) unless she followed that link to read about her knickerlessness, and even then there's no guarantee, the scatty bint. ;)