Moving Rooms

My dear, dear Friend Mike, who I've known for many years, and would quite readily allow to use the toilet before me (Mostly true) has moved sites.

Normally, I wouldn't kick up a fuss about such a thing, but as Mike is, quite frankly, the only person who I would trust to, and is the only person who has, published and edited my work, I feel I owe him a duty to point you in his direction.

Oh crap, this means some more html editing. Joy.

http://www.darkenedroom.net/journal/

Go there. Now.

Spoiling it for everyone

I suppose it's normally a curse of notoriety, but somehow my tiny little blog has been noticed by the sad no-penised fuckwits that can't even breathe without trying to sell you phentramine or phenylannine or some such shit.

Cos of this I'm gonna have to start moderating comments. If you've posted on Mike's you'll know what it means, but I won't be activating the gestapo-style hard-to-read letter entry field.

('J's' always look like 'i's', it's annoying)

No, really, I've got a good reason this time

Really, we had a november holiday (nice little cruise) and since we got back we've been decorating (Wallpaper and xmas - first one, then t'other). Once the joyous restivities are over, I'm sure I'll start writing some heavy shit again.

Promise

Pinochet's Dead

I hope the fucker rots

thanks for listening