I am back - I've been out of action for a couple of weeks, I spent two weeks in painkiller heaven after my hernia repair, then I spent a few days dealing with blogger's block. I almost binned the whole idea of blogging in exchange for going straight for a book. It would be a good idea to keep the blog, that way I can let ideas and recorded occurences accumulate and season themselves with time for the day I drudge them out of the archives and weave them into something else.

I need to branch out though, there is only so much hatred I can display for cheffie, so much frustration I can relay about the Underground, and for my own sanity there is a limit to how much I can rant about the perils of chewing gum before everyone tires of the blog. I have been thinking about inserting short stories and precision blogging. I got thinking after chatting to Tassos - he mentioned that there is an entire chapter on the Golf Sale guy, and I think he is right. What I should do is plan an interview, a journey into the dark side of the Golf Sale Guy.

My mickey mouse balloon has half deflated, he floats though, at half mast mourning the loss of Dollar. I shall leave him there for as long as it takes,even when he lays limp and lifeless, draped over the stairwell bannister. There is a dusty patch on the skirting of the bannister where Dollar wrote the words 'clean me' in the dust, I shall leave that there as a tribute.