We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Every day's a re-run and the laughter's always canned

Coming into work I hear my name. Is it angels calling me to better things? No, it's Seth hanging out of one of the upstairs windows:

"Run, Kevin, run! Escape while you can before it's too late!"

I reckon it's too late for us all already. The best we can do is pull the deckchairs a tad closer to the band and hope for a decent sing-song.

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