From my sick bed things ain't looking too grim. Letters have been sent, the man from Dundee he say 'Yes' to foolish digital fumblings, interaction and more letters after the name,  the government feel the need to fund this japery - and the possibility of escaping the city of gravestones looms.   I couldn't be more puzzled but happy. Of course this incessant euphoria could all be down to pills, chills and bellyaches and could subside in the next few days or hours, but while it lasts I shall revel in it.  

Pheeeewwww.Clunk. That's the sound of me removing Uni cobwebs, hangers-on and the monkeys off my back. Hurrah. A new beginning!! Some interesting digi projects in the pipeline with various old and new friends alike, and hope to keep a few of the people I met along the way involved, so as to try and drag this little city through a puddle of culture.....might as well while I'm here, cos 12 more months living in the 'Deen feels like a hefty sentence. Over and out, Cap' n Mook.