Did it rain last night? I’m guessing it did because our village looked like it had been flooded - there was shit everywhere (and not the usual horse shit that we’re used to).

It’s difficult writing here when I refuse to write about anything personal or serious. I don’t seem to do that much. That’s probably because I don’t do much and because, since August, I’ve got totally addicted to this game which is time sapping and life destroying. It’ll probably ruin my marraige too but meh, shit happens. I’m not going to extol the virtues of SWG because it’ll make me out to be a bigger geek and loser than I already feel like, but needless to say it occupies me and is social in a way that previous forays into online gaming never did. The major downside is that it’s a margin more addictive than cocaine.

It’s only a month until Tough Guy and my training has been all but non-existent. This year’s theme is Pirates, but I’m not that tempted to dress up for it. I only wear black after all! By the way, anyone who is at a loose end on the 31st July and wants to come and watch, let me know. (I somehow doubt there’ll be many take-ups on that offer but, hey, if you don’t ask…) I’m hoping to get down to Sevitz’s Braai the day before although my strict training regime (you know, the one I haven’t started yet) will mean I’ll be sober on the day. (Yeah, okay, whatever!) This will likely mean that, unlike the Christmas bash back in December, I’ll be shy, retiring and laconic. It also means I’m likely to bail at the last minute but you never know.

Life goes on.