April 23rd, 2004


I'm home.

I've survived yet another spell in one of those very heavy big metal flying things, and I'm home. I'll probably write up the trip properly later. In the interim, if you haven't read the post and filled in the poll here then you should probably do so, but you should be aware before you click that you'll see a picture of me without my shirt on.

The Feast of St George

Stepson: "I'm just off to have a sausage and mash at my mate's in Plumstead. He says that's what St George used to do."

Me: "St George used to have a sausage and mash at your mate's in Plumstead?"