Desert of Zin

Or at least that’s the plan.

I rattled off a page and a half of A4 before the hangover and resulting de-hydration from my “only a few pints” night on the piss friday night made the prospect of writing anything else a step closer to a place closely resembling hell…

But right now, at just before half one in the morning, I have that all important second wind.

So now, as the good lady goes off to bed, I’m going to get down to my pants, break open a beer and get some damn writing done.

See you all on the other side of dawn…

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