I was thinking today about the past, then though “fuck that!” and had a spam toastie.

Last night a little man sneeked into my room and told me about the peeping people who watch me all day long. They hide in the curtains and are no bigger than your bum.

It’s bad, but keeps vegetarians away.


Martin Wolfenden

Back in the early days of this Century, I made some money by saying the odd funny thing in public. On one of these occasions a fellow funny talker told me that I should write a blog (because that was the sort of thing funny talking people did back then.) Now, I’m not the sort of person who does things the easy way, so I rejected all the ready made blogging platforms and started my own website. Since then it’s become a repository for whatever stuff is bubbling out of my brains and a directory of various podcasts and videos that I’ve made with my friends and is completely unnecessary.

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