Back in the Saddle
I’ve been away for a few days with my family. We went to Center Parcs, an utterly fantastic place for a family holiday. We cycled and swam, relaxed in the evenings, watched the Masterchef final (Yay for Mat!), drank, and ate some superb cakes. Sometimes I think that cakes are what make life worth living. Consequently I am now a fat bastard, and I feel like I haven’t done any work for months.
So, before I return to this blog more fully, a couple of quickies.
Arthur Machen said:
Everything to me was wonderful, everything was the veil of an invisible secret.
What better way to sum up why we do what we do?
A friend of mine said:
Harry Hill is very funny and very clever.
And with those words, I lost most of my respect for her, because he’s a twat.
More soon.
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