...in that my updates are few and far between, no-one knows when the next one is due, and of course, a faint lingering odor of Cornish pasties haunts the page. The excuse isn't leaves on the line (or to plagerise Bill Bailey, 'fluff from Saturn has formed an inpenetrable casing around the driver's head'); I've been writing two; yes, TWO dissertations, having a holiday, and obsessively watching Green Wing. That leaves very little time for doodling, sad to say. Trains should be running as soon as the signal failures in my brain have been fixed, in the meantime....
....'I see a chocolate Phil Collins popping out of a cukkoo clock every hour to