Usual perversions and peccadilloes.

In anticipation of a certain blogger’s arrival for some much-needed celt-carnage, I am feverishly tapping away on my usual perversions and peccadilloes disguised as an academic tome. In place of a longer post, observe the above still from the amazing American Spendor, which graphically represents the kind of geeky whining I normally do. I got it at the excellent Fopp while seeing my sister last weekend. It’s the Easter break* so things are lightening up though, watch this space for photos of Guinness-fuelled debauchery as and when.

*In Norwich it’s not as much 'fun' as this, but I did see an ice cream cart in the square yesterday.