Oooh you're a naughty mess

f'n' much restored for an outing with the hound (meaning we went for a walk, not revealed the true nature of our sexual predilections (or is the current popular theory one of 'hard wiring')) and a can of k cider/ the day is warm and autumnal tho' grey/ tchaikovsky still on the stereo (its a lengthy work)/ sored bhitless and with nothing in the post today (namely a replacement stylus) i'm confined to my cd collection, which i have thoroughly exhausted/ brother down with the flu, no inclination towards weed, no desire even to 'pop' upstairs and visit my upstairs mates/ i think i'll sit here in a comfortably morose state, moping/