>>>>>Killing Time<<<<<

I have never owned a pair of trainers with a paisley pattern. Until now. That's retail therapy in York, for you, it makes you do these strange things. Just sprucing up the script so, as usual, found myself here, blogging. But nothing to say, really. Off to meet some rellies over from New Zealand later, so better get a shift on if I'm to do anything constructive in the creative department before I'm tucking in to party snacks. Of course, had the play commission not become a reality, and the house purchase not deflected various funds, we'd've been in NZ ourselves now. Best not to dwell on the might've beens, though, not with so much excitement on the horizon.
Reading: Kevin Booth - Bill Hicks, Agent of Evolution