In fact i was so drunk i slept with this indian grocer called Ramesh Ramesh

Afternoon. Darn. Sugar. Heck.

So on the plus side I have a new house to move into in mid-September.

So on the minus side I have nigh on twenty thousand words to write for the last day of August, and I still don't have a computer.

It's a Flaubert's Parrotesque look at Julian Barnes, concentrating on themes of authenticity and the nature of fabulation in history. I'm absolutely bloody darn terrified.