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and so the saga continues: john clan, john clan.

Today i am surposed to be fixing the last bugs of P3's new site but have instead: read all your blogs, chukling, sobing and nodding at hopefully the apropriate points. I have beaten my arch nemisis at table football (i bet the jedi's felt that one), eatten yet more of a duck, meaning I shall have to avoid ponds for shame, do they realise gliding merily on the ice waters that we'd rather theyd be on pancakes, crispy? well maybe not you vegitarians, but you'd eat their precious weed wouldnt you? Bastards. I have taken painkillers (perhapse contributing to this dribble), played with the idea of an afternoon sicky (the most convincing kind) and eaten crumpets. All is well in my world, bar the niggling feeling that i realy should be able to make Keeleys boob size float center. ah well,things are on the up today (?!) as after a dramtic argument with the Gfriend we finaly talked about things we really should have done ages ago, which is good. Plus i have my custom soundtrack for halo 3 finished and preteniously titled Borachios Lament (including such treats as the A-team theme, a fist full of dollars and slayer) making all things well. Now all i need is some fresh music to pop from my head into logic and my karma will rival his holliyness after a few shandys.

I trust you are all well, and rocking. firemonkey is it your bday friday? if so congrats, mark owes you a beer (i heard him say it ).