I was just convinced that a little tubby dough like figure was staring at me a few moments ago (think of something similiar to the Dunlop man if you like) from the cracks in a wall.
I may very well have a relaxing southern comfort and coke this evening once I finally get home. Also Ric G is en route to meet me at work to try and salvage my email problems. Thanks to Saint Ric I may *finally* be able to talk to the world again via email - which would be kinda handy.
