Hmm. How does this thing work again? Right, I think I've got it...
...Hello! Indeed I am back from an August off. Last week was spent in Edinburgh, enjoying some of the comedy and theatre the Fringe festival has to offer. Highlights included winning tickets to see a comedian signed by Josef Stalin and Richard Herring reminding me of the international playground sign language for gay love.
It was a trip darkened by the fact that we flew up. I had justified this to myself by allowing myself to take flights between different footballing nations. However, after viewing the majority of Hearts's performance against AEK Athens in a Scottish pub, I realised that trying to argue Scotland as a footballing nation was a lot harder than just going out and planting a tree.
Sadly my MP3 player was mysteriously wiped during the flight. Now the question is was it wiped by the electro-magnetic scanners, or was the Man scared by the subversive recordings of ELO? I think we know the answer to that question.
There is so much more I want to say (my brain is going through a bit of silly season at the moment) but I think I shall leave it there for the moment. Now go ring the bells, GP is back.
