Greetings!

Just a quick note to say that you can follow the link to the right (support me - like eat me or drink me in Alice in Wonderland but slightly different and making less sense) to find an updated story of where I am, and ways to get in touch with me.

Sorry that it's a bit impersonal - I'm still working on my e-mailing. But I think my brain is starting to work again so updates should be free flowing again soon.

Much love y'all

the captain of Justice

I attampt to shake the dust off my dusty and feeble brain and to think once more about updates and blogs and humour and joy. They seem a mere distant memory, the inane ramblings of some crazy drunk who once inhabited my life.
Investigating the faded leather bound books that I like to call my rememberings - other people call them memories and generally keep them in their heads; cross checking them with the 'sacred texts' [or: norms booklet] and translating them using what I think is a modern day rosetta stone - but could in fact be the lesson plan notes I was devising for hockey on the back of a chewitt wrapper - I discover that I am in possession of some of the acculmulated wisdom of the finest minds that C4 had to offer this year. [Part A]. It's also possible that they were some sort of cultic writings for strange and mysterious rituals held on the golf course, or a recipe for pumpkin soup - all equally as likely in this village.

Some corruption of the text is bound to have occured but I like to think that what it lacks in accuracy it makes up for in style. And so without further ado, I give you: "some funny things we said in C4 2006A - Life on the Yellow Brick Road"

Molli HcMennamin: Age is just a number

Sliz Ewell: the mountain stops when you get to the top

Sliz Ewell on iced tea: Do you drink it cold?

Eryl Choskins: How would you guide someone through the process of becoming a Christian?
Gren: Turn or burn.

Gren on what rituals we use: pulling the heads off chickens. [silence]. You know, like in voodoo.

Spenny: there's no ratio in size.

"well, I'm not keen on these gestapo exercises" : The pope when asked to describe TA

The Bronster on the difference between boys and girls group: don't worry, I'll let you know which one you're in.

"Most dogs have four legs" : att. Mr Canada

"They are a little more tricky to manufacture" - JB on the difference between tanks and giant human style robots.

"I don't know what was in Mal's mind" : Baire Clankole on the choice of TNT leaders. To the TNT leaders.

"Then he took a hot coal from the altar with a pair of thongs" : The pope recounts Isaiah's vision of The Lord.

"Bambi"

"She was married to a yobbo. She was a very intelligent girl, but some people just marry yobbos" - Att. Bambi

Then you have the soft sort of metrosexual boys - Bambi on youth fellowships.

To be honest this tells you absolutely nothing about me or my life. But it was the only way I could think to restart writing my blog after a 2ish month gap. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have, and that I regain my (questionable) genius sometime soon.

Rock on.