Yes I do, I do I tell you.
"Do what son ?" I hear you reply.
"Do what son ?" I hear you reply.
...no more changes, no more anything. It's at the printers, it's being printed, it will be ready to rock into the warehouses in a fortnight and be available soon after to pass over on the way to the Ant n Dec offering. Ha ha.

... writing in my book of those heady and fabulous days back in the Nineties when we were on fire made us both realise why the heck did we stop doing all that stuff and nonsense, and could we still remember how to do it if we wanted.
So we got together in the park and felt the old juices flowing again - over to Will.
When Chris says old juices this time he doesn't mean Special Brew - not that it ever was to be honest - but you know what I'm saying.
The good old power of tea and fresh air not to mention watching the world go by. That's how most of the stuff we did came about. I suppose that's why kids write the best songs because they have the best view out of the window and the least to do with their time.
Now back to the both of us.
Will still has loads of hair.
Chris loads of issues - bless you.
But here we are a pondering something. What will it end up being ?
We always used to say coming up with the title is two thirds of the idea. We currently have high hopes for -
Who Left My Computer On?
How Manky's That Pigeon?
How Manky's This Pigeon?
What About My Pigeon?
Hang On That's Not A Pigeon?
Did you hear that Big Brother has just got the boot? Here come those pigeons Channel Four.
X.
...petrol for a little while today instead of sick and pooh, so we went for a quick spin during my tea break time around half ten this morning.
How good was that yesterday ? What a beautiful day to take The Aussies down on a summer afternoon in South London.
Now this was the funniest bit of this writing lark so far. Finished last night...
But not my office. I am sitting...
What are deadlines for, if not stealing your days. Whose law is it again that says...
Now that the romantic dust from the weekend has settled it's time to...
...But I could not communicate during the weekend as I mooted I might.
.... 18 holes this morning on the glorious track that is Sunningdale Golf Club. The stuff of dreams.
The first copy of my book - done and dusted. Off today for typesetting - no more changes !!!
How about this second breathtaking photo of the week. After the hair comes...
...the finger !
...and today it's the photo you're going to see when you click your mouse or whatever it is you click to get on to the blog. So 3 - 2 - 1 click now ...
.... my mum's living room.
First ever blog whilst walking along.
In Hyde Park having just been to see my new little half brother in law. Theodore - able.
Saturday August 15th
Wedding anniversary. Tash is being very secretive but has told me to not plan anything because I have to be available !
Whilst continuing to edit the last chapter of my book this morning, I made the fatal error of...
... actually there's no need to - I have the pictures.
... taking things just that one step too far.
Whoever it is that's been having a laugh with our summer overstepped the mark yesterday. When I woke up and looked out the window just after six, what did I see ?
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