The clock reads half-past-stupid-o'clock on Saturday morning and I'm half awake, fully bored lounging mostly naked on the pull-out bed in the dining room of the in-laws. After the normal morning stroll around Facebook and various other techie sites I arrive at SG after one of the repeated emails from Missy inviting me to the London Burlesque Show. The first visit since I can remember.

I never really felt like I fitted-in with SG before; I still don't feel like I fit now actually. I suppose the best way to describe SG is "an outlet for the inner me".