I am bored.

So in a few minutes I am effing off to get my hair cut, then going off on my merry way to Rancho Collapso to play my guitar and await the arrival of Mrs f, shipscook and eventually Sarah.

I may pop back on here later for a squint about, providing I can pry Ships off the pc where he will be attempting to book us flights to here there and everywhere.

Although tomorrow we are taking the train to Edinburgh because frankly flying up there with all this "take your shoes off please sir" bollocks is a pain in the arse.

laters people.

(To the tune of “Can I play with Madness?” by I.Ron. Maiden)

“I CAN HAS FISH SAMMICH!”

nomnomnomnomnom.

There is an urban myth about T-shirts that I would like to dispel.

Certain people claim that t-shirts need to be ironed after washing.

This is complete rubbish. They need to be hung up on a clotheshorse and left to their own devices till dry, then folded and placed in a draw till they are ready to wear.

Or plucked direct from said clotheshorse and worn. No ironing required.

The only people who push this myth as hard truth are normally the people you are living with – wife, husband, lover whatever.

This is because if you have the ironing board out and are doing some ironing, you will somehow end up doing their stuff too.

Sneaky bastids.

Is to wander the wild expanses of this building and try to locate a toilet that is

a - not closed for cleaning

b - not closed awaiting repair

c - in a condition somewhere near usable

Wish me luck.