**Tumbleweed**
Off work at the moment, which should enable me to fill this with exciting tales of my glamourous life.
No such luck. I've spent the time so far revising for a (mock) exam, which I had yesterday; it passed off without incident, which was nice.
So... no news. With ref to my previous post, and regarding the 'Name That Disease' puff piece, I was initially put out not to score full marks. I only got one wrong, and that was an ambiguous q about male STDs (humph...); however, full marks accords you 'Doogie Howser' status. (feel free to deploy Google at this point...)
Whilst I can't really be arsed to enter a long discussion about how wrong I think it is to pop Doogie at the head of the table, it plainly is. So, I'm happy being HawkEye.
In defiance of my friend and colleague, The CherryPicker, I continue to promote musical "flannel". I have recently encountered The Rolling River Band. Can't hardly recommend them enough. Elements of Dylan, Young, Springsteen, Cohen and Waits. Maybe. Anyway, they sound grand. If your feeling a bit folky, also seek out King Creosote. I dare you...
Get involved, get amongst it, it's all happening....
Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life. He's heard it might be therapeutic... Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
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