After long, hot drive and a smooth crossing, I got back to England late last night. Within a few minutes of the ferry port I saw a drunk, looking for a fight, screaming "w*nker!" at everyone unfortunate enough to be on the pavement with him. Yeah.

Me and the dogs looked out of the window this morning and wondered where all the fields had gone. Today I started working my way through all the emails and a stack of real mail, tomorrow I will be driving up to London to deliver the work for Salon.

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