Right. Show's over. And all these spirits that were having a whale of a time on my blog are, as the man said, melted into air, into thin air... etc. Yes, I have wrestled back control of this blog from my pernicious Id and sleekit wee nyaff of a Self, sanity is restored, and all is well with the world. And now, having just finished off my submission for the GLORIFYING TERRORISM anthology (fingers crossed) and fired it off across the interweb (on this somewhat appropriate cut-off date too), I can actually relax and -- ah, fuck, now I have the rewrites for INK to be getting on with. And flights to book. And fuck knows what else.
Right then. Where's me fuckin tobacco?