Very early one morning I was watching my geep on the hillside when I was awoken by a vigorous shaking of my shoulder. It was Alun.

a new way off looking at fitness training. Warning: this destroys the idea of dull rotinues and boring Descrates out dated and frankly dull thinking

My friend Michael informs me he is going to Monteverdi's Vespers in Bradford-on-Avon tonight, which prompted me to wonder if they will still be open at that time of night. Belief in service for the scooterist, clearly.

religious carol

An inspirational rant about the bull**** concept of Magnum Opus. There is no work greater than the work you got in front of you. Keep on keeping on writing freinds.

Short poem by a drunk madman (as usual) about what we do and do not stand for in this passive aggressive life. Best of luck writing friends!

The god of orgasm and of friendfight

eureka

The best way to describe this is a post apocalyptic sleeping beauty, without the princess part of it...

Ben lay in bed, waiting. All he had to do was be patient and stay awake. The Santa traps had been armed. His Father would be expecting them, of course, but his eyes wouldn’t be used to the dark. And the false beard would restrict his view. And he will have been at the whisky.