The hunt for Terry Nutkins

Terry Nutkins really has no relevance to this Blog...it's just that i'd been pondering his whereabouts with a mate when I started it. Thinking about it...I may well regret giving such awesome free publicity to Terry Nutkins, but hey, that's life.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Eggs

Chickens (and all birds I assume) lay 'em regardless of whether they've had any action in the bedroom. Or nest. Or cage. Or battery farm.

Sicknote

Apologies for being away so long. I was on a round-the-world trek and I got held up in South Carolina.

What news do I have to share with you all then eh? I suppose you'll all be pleased to hear that Bis are reforming (as Data Panik) (Data has to be pronounced Dah Tah apparently...god knows why) and I can't bloody wait to hear it, I tell ya.

I also learned 2 things worthy of note today, courtesy of Andy P. The first, which I feel kinda stupid for not knowing, especially as its something we all come across every time we open the fridge. Eggs. I learned an interesting fact about eggs. I also learned that Possum's aren't called Possums. They're called Opossums. 'Possums is an abbreviation. How silly.

This is fast becoming the most boring post in the world. Here's a pigeon.