Preparing, once again, to gird my loins and whisk myself and the family over to the Sunny southwest for my, most excellent chum M's wedding.

Rather than risk hiring a car we've decided to go the public transport route - it will do the kids good to go on a train with people clinging to the roof, baskets of chickens, pigs roaming around, overflowing toilets and hard wooden seats. The train usually calms down after Reading, however.

and yeah, it's been a while. So if you're reading this, and I think I know who you are, well done. It will be the usual stream of wittterings written in poo on the walls of a padded cell.

OMG! Just one of my all time favourite science-fiction books turned into a movie.....IMDb Video: I Am Legend....nice one, hopefully.

Very quickly....the news is that the children, now full of sausages and ginger biscuits are happily wrestling on the sofa and communicating with each other in their strange third lanquage...but the really big news is (as I learnt from Vice magazine) is that the Cult have released a new album. Yeah, yeaaaaahhh. As Ian Asbury would say.

In a famous allegory, Tolkien compared the author of "Beowulf" to a man who, inheriting a field full of ancient stones, used them to build a tower. His friends, recognizing that the stones had belonged to a more ancient building, tore down the tower "in order to look for hidden carvings and inscriptions." What they did not realize, Tolkien ends, was that "from the top of that tower the man had been able to look out upon the sea." more...

Definition of Dangerous Wild Animals

Here's a link about the classification of dangerous animals, from Elmbridge County Council which they believe should be considered by DEFRA.., they've introduced an equation which is expressed as "ferocity x armament", which is very scientific. They must surely be taking the piss (in a most excellent way) when they give an example of "sloths or capybaras which, although equipped with big claws and large teeth, will never attack people unless they try to pick them up"... Definition of Dangerous Wild Animals: "ferocity".

Aside from that: I'm back, for the time being, but going slightly odd from paint fumes.

The skinny is that we're moving house...lock, stock and barrel, and children as well. As a hoarder of several years standing I have numerous bags of assorted filth, bed grit and chicken smeg to move. Lovely chubbly.

There's no immediate connection at the other end, which means this sadly neglected blog will become even more neglected for a while longer. Chop chop.

Note to self: shootings.

Launched the new website after putting in some serious hours over the last few weeks. The day of the launch was a 12 hour day but the launch itself was rather anti-climatic. just waiting to see if that link to 'Thai girls with big cocks' managed to remain undeleted in the html.

yawn. gosh, I seem to have soiled myself.

Posting on the blogspot dashboard about the 'storm' virus which managed to hijack peoples blogs, leaving links which, if the clinically thick clicked on them, would infect their computer. I've had a load of the same 'storm' emails sent to my account at work, notable for their, according to the bbc, cleverly crafted emails. I wonder if, in the future, as we give more and more personal information away on our social networking sites and wotnot, that we will get more personally crafted emails...for example, 'Dude, what were you thinking of' will certainly not get my attention but something along the lines of 'John, you left the gas on...click here for film of your house burning to the ground' would pipe straight into my anxieties and get me clicking on that infected link faster than you can say 'Trojan Horse, yes please'.

Off to see the Borne Ultimatum this evening, with my chum W. Should be good, first night no less, so expect lots of Borne enthusiasts. Which will either be lots of muscle bound young men or very, very geeky pale people.

For those of you who care, Reynolds new book 'The Prefect' is set in the Glitter Band before the melding plague. Excellent. It also has a great scene which totally captures the feeling that you get when someone says to you 'that last page update you did? I think you actually managed to delete our website'.