hehehe.

Many years ago there was a show called "Gilberts Fridge" featuring Gilbert the Alien, who was voiced by Phil Cornwall.

I LOVED THIS SHOW.

Featuring the mini show within a show "How far to Hitchen"

and the wonderful Len McManotony.

Well maybe I am.

There was a time that any instance of boredom out in the real world would see me on here spouting absolute rubbish and general nonsensicalities of huge proportions. Guff and twaddle were my weapons of choice and I could spew forth paragraphs of pointless pish at will.

But now I find that sitting in front of an empty blog just makes me go blank. I just stare. Wafflers block.

Maybe one day the spark of creative drivelidge will bob to the surface of the inspiration starved soup that sloshes around in my cranium, one day I will find myself sitting here - my fingers a blur - pumping out wads of worthlessnessiousity in your general direction.

But when? WHEN?

Oh

Hang on.........

It was an appealing prospect – every month I could trot down to the little barbers in Soho and (if she was in there of course) let the very cute Italian girl cut my hair for me.

But a fiver a time would mount up, and everyone has told me how easy it is to do your own hair. So I have purchased a set of trimmers with all the necessary combs for varying lengths and the plastic cape thing and cleaning brushes. It even has a instructional DVD with it allegedly. What is that going to be like “This is your head, this is your hair, and this is the trimmer. Place buzzy sharp end against head at back of neck and move it in a northerly direction.”

So I will be able to make sure I look all lovely for my visit to the Emerald Isle this weekend.

Unless it all goes wrong, in which case I will be shaving it all off.

I will miss the Italian girl though. Maybe I could go in there every couple of months just as a treat to myself………..

Here I am, up at "you silly twisted boy" O'clock!

Still.

Yet.

Analladatstuffinit.

Of course, it is only "You silly twisted boy" O'clock because it is Monday and I have to get up at 05.45.

So expect any posts you see from me tomorrow to be full of life and vigour.......

ahem.