The internet is very good, especially for cripples, at helping you keep in touch. That is, until it goes down. Then you’re screwed. Like a junkie trying o get his next coke fix, you search desparately for ways to get online, paranoid that somebody is trying to contact you, or that plans have changed and nobody could tell you. Of course, when you finally do get online, you see that nobody has sent you much, and that no plans have changed.
Anyway, back to blogging. First, my new chair arrived. It is a black f55 with tilt and lift, and looks as cool as hell. I mean, sub-zero! Its sleek and shiny, like Darth Vader’s helmet. Also, I don’t know how, but she looks like a predator. When I first saw it, I thought of something keen and sharp. I named her The Bat’leth. When I meet him tomorrow, I can, at last, look down on Alan.
Much more seriously, I would like to express my deepest condolences to David Cameron and his family. I know I often ridicule him, but all politics aside, no parents should have to go what they are going through.