Hello,
Apologies for my disappearance. I was eaten by a lion on my way back from work a couple of months ago and have only just reconstituted myself from lion-poo distributed over a wide area.
I have just been interrupted by some twangling late night dog-walker who rang my bell and asked for "Brendan". I suspect he was just very lonely and wanted to talk. he was holding a poop-scoop in one hand so i thought it best not to open the glass-fronted door to him. he may have attempted to launch some excrement at me. People these days aren't what they used to be.
A lot of people write a lot of very boring rubbish about their everyday lives on blogs. I'd like to point out that the dog-walker referred to above is an entirely fictional character. there was a man who came to my front door but he was actually walking a cat.
I ate a raw chicken for lunch. it was at a new Japanese restaurant near work. they hadn't even taken the feathers off. or killed it. upon reflection, i wonder whether it was indeed a restaurant i ate in. There was no sign outside. Or indeed any tables or chairs. Or waiters. Or a kitchen. as I recall it now there was only a small house full of straw and poo. i had to take a train to get there from the office. it took ages.
Funny weather we've been having.
Ted