Eh ? What ? Pardon ?

Hmm. All co-ordination appeared to have deserted me about 5pm yesterday. So I walked into the door of my office, scraped the side of my car reversing up the drive (not badly, and fortunately in the same place some bugger keyed it), bounced mugs off cupboards while trying to make tea, bounced my phone off the concrete outside, walked into the side of my car sufficiently violently that by mid-evening I was seriously wondering if I'd fractured my wrist (I'm figuring I haven't; I can type :)...

Better luck today.

Tuesday Wednesday night, wimble and I visited a ( small shoal of pubs. )

I can't hear a thing. However, this is really my own fault:

( Buzzcocks at the Zodiac. )