She thinks I’m the renaissance. I had to go along with all this reclusive genius crap. She going to be very upset when she finds out I’m just a reclusive wanker.

There are many little things running around my head. Like Black Books.[1] My dislike of labeling.[2] The sunny weather. The fact that I was stoopid enough to record the brand new Sharpe programme on ITV over the weekend, but then forgot about the second part. How Veronica Mars is all exciting. How Bones although light […]