Howdy doody folks,

Just updated The Life and Times of Jimmny Homunculusdid some stuff on geeky podcasts I like. Hitting that 'Saturday Night Wall' where I realize the horrors of Sunday are in the post, the day where all the filing and cv writing and self-sorting out occurs, either that or lying in bed with a laptop, porn and a glum face of tear-stained ennui, it's a 50/50 option. For now though it's 'sleep when I'm dead red wine and rollies style head-festival' I normally only go to bed when puppets explaining things appear on TV, I'd best go down and check, how many hours of xbox can I get in before sensible people get up and look at me in disgust as I gurgle in an armchair covered in bits of biscuits?