gonna scarper for a bit... of what I cannot say... kapwing...!

got to go again, stuff doin... ttfn plurkistas...

dipped his toe once more and is now away to read cool stuff before dawn... if dawn doesn't mind. Sweet ones to anyone listening...

why there isn't enough time to sit here doing this when there's stuff needs doin'. Knackered too... Later perhaps my young apprentices...

I keep forgetting this Plurk bar in front of me and just replying to day old plurks... do I win £5?

Once again been brief and must away to read Murakami books; and then to dream on't...

just logged in, but is too hungry and must again depart for edible 'stuff...'

off for a hot shower and a nosh-up... g'night Johnboy, g'night Mary-ellen... etc...

Staring at a screen with lots of new and utterly terrifying stuff going on... why do I give in to my noseyness?