kind of like dying

Here I am, sat in a pub writing my own obituary.
Kind of morbid, kind of kinky.

Point is that I haven't got the internet at home and for the foreseeable future don't intend on getting it. Be it for financial reasons or just a will to live in an "ascetic" environment, this makes writing my interweb blog well hard. So I've come to the hard decision of taking a break. Like a proper break. Concentrating on like other stuff. Don't know what other stuff. Maybe music in a not third-person "ooh I like this, and I like that" kind of way.

So this is it.
Maybe I'll start up later sometime. Who knows.

Anyhows.

Thanks and toodles

T-Bone the king of AndygoesdowntoChinatown-land