The big question is if it is sunny outside why the funk am I inside on a laptop. Well that isn’t the big question, as that has something to do with stephen hawkin. But I don’t have an answer to that one.

The reason I am inside while others frolick outside is because I have to come up with a tv programme idea, and my mind is now so frazzled by the intertube that it can’t function alone, it needs the creative life support machine of the world wide web.

I think I have solved it though thanks to a genius called Peter. Who also introduced me to tumblr.

Now I am going to post this and see what happens. Will the sky darken and a hand appear out of the clouds to pluck me from my south london life and through me headfirst into the whirl pool of binery fame? or will this remain alone and unloved for as long as it lives.