Wednesday, August 05, 2009


Silence is the virtue of fools. Ergo. I am.

I realise that this blog has become a storage space for some snazzy mobile uploads and little else. This is not a Good Thing.

I wish I could report that my silence is because I have been kidnapped by the clebrity mafia who have insisted that I jet across the world with them; living la vida high-life: soaking up the sun on heaven-sent beaches, driving fast cars round Monacco, and quoiffing cocktails and hors d'Ĺ“uvre in 5 star hotel lobby receptions while mwah-mwah double-kissing the cheeks of hot celebrities.

Alas not.

Instead I have been trudging the well-worn, damp and wet (stupid English summers) path to work. Tap tapping on a keyboard. And returning on the path home: with the occasional weekend away and triathlons to plod.

Hmmmm. Must. Get. Out. More.

Dit is die waarheid.