I couldn't use the actual title of my new-favourite-website-on-the-planet as the title for this blog, because, well, because I'm going to attract the wrong sort of spam in any case. But it's worth it. And you'll know what i mean instantly when you click on this here link. So here I am, at the end of a long, busy, nay, frantic week of too many commitments and too many promised articles and a copyedit to proofread and a new book to sort out and (STILL) the intro to William Golding's final book to write….
Well what would you do? Work? Absurd. You would waste the last few minutes before it's officially weekend with the wind in your hair, the sound of the sea, a view of mountains, no running water, a tin roof, a caribou for company, in other words, this.
If you do not agree, you are no friend of mine.
And possibly not entirely human.