Working for a living

ages since i had time to write on this, and now i’ve spent half an hour updating and pressed the wrong bleeding button. no time to do it all again, as i’m meant to be working for a living. in fact the last couple of months have been a hard round of sailing, sinking my canal boat, fighting the insurance company, who seemed to think that accidents are nothing to do with them. exhausted by all that, i was forced to go to germany, austria and slovakia, to test the beer and food.

revelation. the germans and austrians have got it made when i comes to eating a drinking. i put on several pounds (minus several kilos, because they’re bigger i believe)and can now hardly reach my keyboard.

all well. an die arbeit. tchuess!