As promised in the last post, it's now time to hit the beach pop-kids, in spirit at least. Ok, so there's still a bit of a gale blowing across our fair shores, but it can't last much longer - it's Summer, right? It says so on the news.
So, just to get everyone into the correct zone for the forthcoming season, click here for a little scene-setter - courtesy of that enigmatic overseas cousin o' mine Miss Kubelik. Music by Miss-K, vox by Sarah-N.
If this doesn't do the trick, nothing will.

... WHAT THE #@%! WERE YOU THINKING???!!!

That's better...
I've been wanting to scream that out loud for a while now - not at Macca himself though, as he'd probably have his butler set the dogs on me. Let's face it, he can't be in the sunniest of moods at present.
24 million quid for 4 years of marriage, that only a fraction of which was happy. The mind boggles pop-kids. Apparently that equates to £7,000 for each day of wedded whatever. Surely the phrase pre-nuptual agreement must've come up at some point? I tells ya, if the now ex-Mrs. Macca writes a self-help book, I'm buying it.
One of life's true mysteries this, as Mister Paul is famously careful (ahem) with his dosh. Tight as a gnat's chuff I think was the expression Bianca Jagger used back in the day to describe his advanced mastery in the art of round-buying avoidance.
Come to think of it, she was hitched to Mick 'Steptoe' Jagger at the time, himself an honours graduate of the Yorkshire School of Generosity, so that was quite an insult.
Right now Mister Paul needs to shape up, focus, get back on the horse, and get back Out There.
Sir P, if you need any help easing yourself back into the high-life, ring me and we'll do the town and do it classy.
One condition though - we'll have a kitty.

1) It is perfectly possible to: Reverse a van into a car belonging to the landlord of a pub on a notorious estate, he watches as you do it, and the car in question is a classic Porsche - yet live to tell the tale.
2) Four to five hours sleep a night is just not enough.
3) Primates peel bananas from the bottom up, which does away with those stringy bits.
4) Due to the inordinately long time since I last had a haircut, coupled with my striking good looks, people on the street now often mistake me for David Bowie in Labrynth.
5) Boiler engineers charge £89 just to glance fleetingly at your broken boiler, then leave. Anything else is extra.
6) It's true: Cheese on Toast is one bad choice of bedtime snack.
7) I can sing along to American Trilogy in the car and garner applause from complete strangers.
8) A raisin dropped into a glass of champagne will bounce up and down continually from the bottom of the glass to the top. This also works with Swizzels.
9) Marc Bolan was encouraged to take up guitar by a youthful Roy Castle.
10) In Toy Story, the carpet in Sid's hallway is the same as the carpet in The Shining.

At some point this afternoon, for no logical reason that I can personally fathom, I found that I now have pictures back at my uploadable disposal. Just like that. No explanations, no 'Sorry for any inconvenience', nothing.
So, much as I'm glad to be able to resume my online ramblings and then illustrate them (again), this has definitely made me curious about alternative methods of doing so (see last post).
Anyhoo, until that time arrives, Normal Service has apparently been restored, and for this I am thankful.

Apologies to y'all concerning the apparent Sonic radio silence from Yours Truly. I've been having technical difficulties with Blogger, and have now resumed tearing my hair out. (See previous post).
In short I can't upload images, and can't for the life of me figure out why. Something to do with Blogger vs FTP, I think. It's quite mind-numbingly dull.
I'm actually looking at alternatives to Blogger right now; Wordpress, Moveable Type, Expression Engine etc etc. The latter in particular is looking pretty good. Mind you, so is paper and pencil compared to Blogger at this current time.
Anyhoo, stay tuned people, I'm sure salvation is on the horizon.