Right, so what with one thing and another this blog has become more of a bind than a pleasure. I hate it when blogs just lapse into comas so I've moved it, for the sake of tidiness. There are a few reasons - or possibly just one with lots of subheadings - but one is that I think it's hampering my writing more than helping it. Given the choice, like me, my writing will just stay in bed, getting flabby, getting weak. The same with my brain, which seems at the moment to be 70% congealed popcorn.

Oh, all the usual existential angst about what it's for, too. And I've got lots of work to do.

So thanks for squinting at me - I'll put up a link to the archives at some point, depending on whether or not I think it's a good idea, and I'll put in the rest of my links to other blogs too.

It won't last, though, I'd give it a couple of weeks if I were you. Something staggeringly noteworthy will happen, like ze passing of ze drivink test or some famous actor asking me to proofread their memoirs. Yes! Just don't expect any more mental blancmange, even if that would give me the opportunity to use the word 'blancmange'. I can still taste the pink stuff we had at school.

(There would be a picture here but the thing won't let me upload one. Bah.)