The makeshift office away from the office, the kitchen table as it was once known, is quiet now. Folk have come and gone over the course of the day, emails have been recieved and sent, music listened to, important calls made, the 1923 US Naval disaster at Honda Point discussed and tea has been drunk. With the exception of the fan on this crappy old laptop, all is silent for the first time today. And so, for the purposes of this blog, and with a tiny amount of gin, three Monster Munch and a handful of Minstrels, I'll try and explain what's been happening over the last six months or so.

Now, this is the first time I've used this software but if I'm right you've pressed a 'read more' icon or something similar. I'm afraid you've wasted a click this time but I wont make a habit of it. You see, a fox is knocking around in the yard so I have to chase him off and my mate Peri has just popped up on the old facebook chat thing so I've become distracted and forgotten how I intended to fill in these monumental blanks.

From the notes I have here, it looks like I was going to mention that on July 18th 1953 Elvis cut his first record but to be honest I cannot remember for the life of me where that was going. What's more, every now and then, whilst I type this, a close-up of Louis Barabbas' blood soaked guitar pans across to the left of the screen and it's really putting me off. Watch - you'll see it.

Eitherway, if that's your blog, you've had it. I'm going to talk to my mate Peri and keep an eye out for this fox.