Abject apologies I just climbed out from under my rock and realised I have not updated this since long before Shakespeare wast a boy... You would not believe that my hands were chopped off and I was waiting for bionic ones. I permit myself in sorrow and beg thy forgiveness..
I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english with waiting for a fine young gentleman to propose, learning to fart the theme to neighbours, just generally being a nuisance to the bodyguards of the blogger I am stalking, my day is filled with fluorescent light from midday to sun down and beyond. I am wearing my budgie smugglers. deal with it.
I go, my lords and ladies; just think of me as I battle mine enemies. You have my word! What do you mean you don't believe me?.
Just playin'. Try it.