So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and sixpence a pound, and him with a wooden leg?

I've blogged before, see. Had a veritable empire. Branded shirts and coffee mugs, you dig? I sold them. Had one of my 'toons translated into German. Got shown at psychiatric conferences in France, too. Not huge. Not entirely small.

This space is different. It's supposed to be focused. All about the words, see. So if the words aren't flowing in the non-pixellated space offline, then nothing shows up here. Not going to bother turning this into a screaming portrait of the bad wiring in my head.

So forgive the silence, here. When the words pick up offline, the online words will follow with somewhat greater frequency.