Soots You Sir

The new computer is still in its box and we are still relying on the snatched just-before-closing-time sortees to the internet cafe (the one with the massive Persian carpets) that have become our stock-in-trade these last two months or so.  This is all due to the continuing fall-out from the Man Down The Chimney Incident, which so far includes holes in not one but two ceilings, the disfiguring of a CD collection featuring the entire back catalogue of Talulah Gosh, and a temporary breakdown in diplomatic relations between Levenshulme and Brazil.

Full account to follow once the house is facing the right way up again and I've got all this damn soot out of me pockets.  In the meantime the staff and management of Crinklybee Towers thank you for your patience.