Bah Humbug. And A Bad Joke

[liadnan]

Ho hum. Spare me from solicitors who don't do their job properly and expect me to do it without the necessary information. Other than that, mildly cheered up. Somewhat blank to be honest. My new rooftop office is Very Cold.

Seeing K for a drink in about half an hour, and to be honest I don't feel like doing any more work between now and then, so I'm just going to piss about on the internet. Apropos of which, courtesy of Eccles, We Love the Iraqi Information Minister. And for more bad jokes, courtesy of I forget who on the Culture...

Mahatma Gandhi walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail, and with his odd diet he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

Apologies all round.

Yes I am bored and somewhat lacking in imagination today, but relatively cheerful nonetheless.

For those of you who were breathlessly waiting for news of my blocked drain, it still is, blocked I mean. Time for the heavy artillery methinks. Eventually I'm going to run out of things to eat off if I can't do the washing up soon...