I've been sitting, lying and generally lollong about at home all day, doing a darn good impression of being unpleasantly sick.

Downloaded two movies (Buffalo Soliders, and Charlies Angels 2), ate everything going (maple smoked bacon, thai soup, bovril and toast, lots of tea), and finished a book I started at 9am just now (Jake Arnott - he kills coppers).

So being ill has had its upside, even if the burrs and wire in my throat are only slightly subdued by the novocaine derivative I'm sucking on every half hour.

Anyway, I saw a couple of blogs today and thought they were quite inspiring, it's nice to know there are peeps out there grappling with the city I call my home (London) and all is has to offer (willingly, or induced).

So here goes nothing, I may have to leave names out, shade the lighting with some gels to obscure the total truth, but half truths are always more entertaining, like half lies ... Hmm, Half Lives ... ?

Anyway, enough for now. Back to Book 2 - Thomas Berhnard's paranoid genius awaits.