Living in the sticks is bad for your brain

by Suw on October 20, 2003

That's one problem with living in the arse end of nowhere – nothing in, nothing out. I have ten minutes before the 'working' day starts, and I find myself this morning with nothing to say.

I almost blogged about my cat. Almost. I caught myself just in time, because the moment I start doing 'funny' cat stories as a matter of course is the moment I need to be taken out behind the garden shed and quietly shot, for my own sake if not that of humanity. If Fflwff ever does anything really exciting and newsworthy – such as making me several millions in a new business venture she's been hiding under her paw for the last year – I'll be sure to let you know, but in the meantime the self-censor got to me just in time.

Be thankful.

(Actually, is blogging about almost blogging about my cat any better than actually blogging about my cat? Eek. I'm not sure, you know.)

Alex Woodland October 20, 2003 at 10:42 am

Sir, I feel your pain and can assure you that help is at hand. Our helpful team will be on standby to place claymore mines around your house if feline-based blogging should happen again.

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Suw October 20, 2003 at 1:07 pm

Alex, you are far too generous if your offer. Can I ask, would your mines also take out moles? If so, we may have a deal.

(PS. Last time I checked, I wasn't a sir… 😉 )

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