Try your best to log-in, you get logged out
In out, in out, it shakes you all about
You hate the Hokey Cokey, smash keyboard to the ground
That's what it's all about
Whoa-o ABCTales
Whoa-o ABCFails
Whoa-o its users wail
Knees bent, arms stretched
Grr grr grr

If anyone's interested, I have a short piece in Aesthetica this month, which has been relaunched as a glossy. You might find it more interesting for the article on the 'Stuckist movement' in art, and some of the other poems in it. They're.... err... well. Judge for yourselves.

Also, Chant has two poems in The Rialto, both excellent.

Both mags are available in Borders.

This week I have been mostly learning palmistry. In the process I have awakened my latent psychic powers and now feel qualified to tell all abctalers' futures.
So who's first into Madame Rokkitnite's Tent o' Mystery? (fnarr!) Don't be shy, people. Enter, enter... *beckons with a single wizened index finger*

okay, I had the first chapter of a story up but I was unhappy with it. I changed it to a first person perspective and think it's a lot better now so if anyone read the first chapter of "The Idle Child and the Eccentric Gentleman"before the 6th of November please read it now and tell me if it's any better.

I am sat upon the 21.07 train from London victoria to Brighton after attedning a book launch for Blackspring Press in London tonight and now I can connect to the internet on the train.

for free

for the moment

this is just so strange. I am relatively new to the wonders of wi-fi and I've never tried this before... so I'll be reading in and using my time on the train to good effect.

Weird or what?