Then the Officer Said...

Seb, you appear to have "Dropped The Ball", people are saying, in regard to my lack of posting (lack here referring to failing to generate "lols" since July). I have previously put this down to my rock and roll lifestyle of waking up at 1PM and drinking all night. Well, enough of that! Also the secondary excuse of "I'm not bitter enough to write this bloody thing anymore" (which was met with congratulations, but I knew that deep in their hearts were TEARS for the glory of the past, and the knowledge that this era would no longer be present) might be tested.

But enough meta-wankery (that's for LATER). LET'S GET SOME MEAT ON THEM THAR BONEZ.

Let's have a quick recap of a certain European trip. I can effectively refer to the whole thing as "Great Scaffolding of Europe", since I have the magick powar that consists solely of causing great attractions of the world to be cordoned off when I am near. At least that's what appeared to happen back in 2002/2003. To this effect, I present this collage:



Don't you feel ENRICHED? Like Uranium, I bet! I KNOW I AM.

Also if someone can explain to me why I'm obsessed with Westerns at the moment, but make it a sex-based reason, they'll win another imaginary prize. What we need more of, is filth.
Or this.


Hell, this might be my last farewell ride for all I know.
(rants into oblivion. or Hogwarts. or whatever.)