Hope you are all well.

Hey everyone, how's it going? This is actually a question to those to whom I never get to speak, so we may have many an evening jape laughing at the jollities that spring form from my inquisition.

News? Um, London from Monday eveningish til Wednesday, Thursday is a white stripes session, Friday Chilling. Wait that's not news it's a schedule!!

News? Same old. But GOOD News.

So ATQ

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So! This is the end of the road, uni tomorrow. Fresher's week sounds like a mixed bag, a very mixed bag,

Nottingham here I come. In about 20 hours or something.

From a text from Rosalind:

'Sam is being a prat with a bottle of red wine'

Wonderful!

So today I went off to town for no great reason other than to give the coat some air. He gets grouchy when I don't let him out enough and then starts crushing me slowly. Anyway, it was nice and sunny and pretty enjoyable.

In other news I subjugated West African Tribes and killed my butler called Michael for just generally being a fucking wanker and spilling my glass of milk. I let the coat eat his body.

This evening after some shifty detective work I discovered that when Lewitt's mum was impregnated by WonderWoman, the wonderous woman herself was in fact on crack. This resulted in a rather nasty, yet indescribable incident and they brought up to be their son and indeed the heir of Wonderwoman.

On a totally random offshoot, I found myself skiing the Swiss mountains of Arosa and Litzeruti where I stumbled across Hartley and some well trained carrier pigeons guarding his secret labratory. The coat unfortunately took a bullet during the seige but Hartley's attempts to genetically alter the said pigeons to allow him to mate with them were successfully thwarted.

Tonight I rest easy with the knowledge that the coat will never leave me.

''Even with four laser cannons, that's not enough to stop us!'' proclaimed Knuckles, boldly, as, inexpertly controlled by Nick Moran, he soared off into the void and lost his final life.