If you thought you'd come to this blog for something interesting you've come to the wrong place, and if you thought I was miserable last week you should hear me now. Now I have a black eye, a forehead like John Merrick and an arm in plaster. This space is for miserable gits only. Actually it's probably only for this particular miserable git. I don't actually know why I'm bothering to type anything, cos I've got nothing to say, except that the half bottle of wine I've had hasn't been enough so I'm off to finish the other half. Maybe if you come back in the new year something exiting will have happened for me to tell you about, and maybe pigs will fly.