Ris Bloggeration!

Tuesday
I've spent quite some time editing this bloggy and the previous one ... taking out references to the kidsbook and the one before. Blogging used to be such fun! Now, I've got to worry about stupid basturn editors reading it, and such like. I thought it was bad enough when the schoolgirls were after me. Also, Onan the Bavarian has had to do sterling work on the useless blinking webpage to disguise it. Crumbs, crivens and help ma boab!

I don't want to take the webpage down because occasionally it gets hit from a couple of ebook directories I inputted ... fung putted ... basturns the lot of them!

The other blog and this one does get hits from folk looking for the 6 dharmas of Naropa, vase breathing, deity yoga and whatnot, so I don't want to stop blogging about that. There aren't a lot of drunken bums doing this vajrayana juju, you know. Onan says the webpage is probably getting hit by spiders. Fung spiders from cyberspace! Bad enough the fung spam robots.

Hotboy, if it wasn't for the spam robots, where would you be? Fair play to the spam robots, Jack. If it wasn't for you, I'd be talking to myself, wouldn't I?

Now that I've been paid again, the cunning plan for this month is to give it all to the credit card basturns and stay cashless, and beerless and bob hopeless, at least for as long as possible. My capsulitis shoulder is a lot less sore now and I can get back into shadowboxing and running now that the diggings have only two big diggings left in them.

Are you going back in the ring, Hotboy? I hope so, Jack. I'm at supermiddleweight at the moment, just about. I've got to go straight down to lightmiddleweight as fast as possible because the sensei and reverend sent me a tubey thing of Marvelous Marvin's greatest hits. In the video Alan Minter waves him in for a brawl. Big mistake! Big, big mistake. No, we're not fighting Marvin Hagler. Not for all the tea in China