BANG!

You may have noticed a slightly dusty air of neglect at Casa Del Halfhead of late. This is due to my wireless router -- my only connection with the outside, uncivilised world since Claudia Schiffer decided to ignore that restraining order -- exploding, leaving behind a crater the size of... well, a very small mouse.

As such, I have been forced to make camp in the corner of my local pub, where they have free wireless access! Hurrah! Obviously, as a good and sober boy, I wouldn't normally set foot in an establishment where they serve intoxicating liquor. But as this is for business purposes, I shall swallow my pride (and a large number of pints) in order to keep in touch with the interweb.

It's a hard life, but someone has to do it.

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