(this post was written before the name one, which is why it reads slightly funny, if it wasn’t Friday evening I would re-write or proof read it, but, blah…)

You’re not a real blogger until you’ve apologised for not blogging. So here it is, sorry for the recent dry spell, nothing in comparison to the previous 2 month long droughts but i had the blogging groove recently, but lately I’ve lost the rhythm slightly. I had a weeks holiday last week, so went back to the mother-ship. It was my first time for six months or so, which was great, as for a day or so I felt like I was looking at everything for the first time again, with england x-ray specs on. It soon wore off, and I was watching trashy daytime TV and eating dairy milk unquestioningly, like the good old days.

Read more, you know you want to!

When I was born I looked like a chimp. I’m not ashamed of it, i was a sort of primative curiosity I imagine, half human, half primate, actually scrap that, two thirds primate, one third human. I imagine it must have been difficult to name a two third primate, one third human hybrid. Obvious names such as “baloo” “chimp boy” “monkey baby” “missing link” “simon” must have seemed a bit vulgar. So my parents settled obviously, on Adam, looking back the parodox of calling a monkey baby the name most representative of man is pretty comical.

Where am I going with this? You can find out in the full post

Malcolm Middleton - We’re all going to die alone 

Cheer up, its, um, no longer Monday

Zig posting will return in the next few days.