Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Mud, glorious mud

Best laid plans etc etc. Afraid that last week on this very blog I made promises, promises that I've shamefully failed to keep. Promises of serious content, rather than the watery gruel I've been feeding you over the past couple of weeks. It WILL come, I assure you - just not yet. Because, as of tomorrow, I'm off to spend a few days in a field in Somerset like another Geordie I know - which, incidentally, should provide serious content in the form of some kind of diary. Let's hope it's more sunburn, blisters and 'Good Fortune' than cholera, trenchfoot and 'The Frog Chorus' - but, going by today's weather, I'm not that optimistic.

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