Lost Entries

Surreal girl has ordered me to update the blog. I would have done so anyway - despite feeling pretty grim in some regards. My publisher might have endangered my life; I might be heading back to the world of cameras invading my anal passage, but I am not planning on giving up the blog.

In fact, I might even get around to posting some of the lost entries of English Dreaming, English Rain. Previously written tales of the bughouse nature of Nouvelle Vague, of travels on the Harry Potter train and being buzzed by stealth fighters may all actually see the light of day over the next couple of weeks. If nothing else, I promise by the end of the week I will have shared some details of a weekend that included witnessing a practical joke played on a CIA agent and the status of a Norwegian Rock God justified on stage.