I'm back.

The somewhat underwhelming return of Blogolga from the USA and Canada!

How are you my children. Good I do so desperately hope.

My trip to L.A. as i'm sure you're all drooling to know about (you might want to get a cloth for that...) was intensely intense, stimulatingly stimulating and pretty damn good really.

We began in L.A. and love the place...to all of you naysayers (spelling?) I say nay right back at you. L.A. is nice...or at least the nice bits are...which is where we were. Venice beach was...shall we say interesting as the man on rollerskates playing the guitar all day, everyday shall stand (roll) to prove. Next came Santa Barbara (who says hello), Carmel (which is expensive), Monterey (which was apparently completetly made of Jazz), and San Fransisco (who don't care if you crash the rental car so long as it didn't happen in Mexico). For legal reason I felt it best to stop writing a list-ish thing at this point and interject a totally superfulous (spelling?) sentence. Next came Porland (which was both haky and sacky...not like Paul but like a small sack of beads intended for kicking...), then Eugiene (again not the guy that works for the theatre in Bath...or is it Bristol?...but the small small small town where we walked the dogs and walked along the beach and hung out with Uncle Tony [not Jago]), Seattle was next (with all it's space and needle and other fallic buildings, and fish smelling fish markets that we didn't see, and the coffee shop in Frasier that we looked for but didn't really exist, and suprisingly not a single drop of rain!).

Then came Canada.

Canada rules. (Nothing more shall be said on the subject so as to pre-empt (spelling?) any dis-service done to it by my writing.)

Oh and just incase you were wondering, yes my hands are smaller than Will Smith's, and my feet, but you know what they say about small feet...Will Smith doesn't have small feet. Yeah.

(p.s. I am intending to change the world)

Ok so that pretty much sums up 3 weeks in a totally nonsensical paragraph...oh and I saw "Burn After Reading" and will say nothing more than "Report back to me when...er...when it makes sense."

On the wild wild westcountry frontier that is NEW OLD FRIENDS, (to be shouted from this point onwards...hence capslock), I've been back in the country for about a week and in the flurry of activity that has ensued not very much has happened.

Mate has been semi officially, quasi-semi-permenantly-ish put to the slightly less warm bit in the aga of life...or, we're not concentrating on pushing it so much. For several reasons...which are for us to know and for you to...er...well...not know...yet (unless Fearg or I have already told you in which case you know and you can ignore this whole paragraph really).

We have however decided that coming up with a new idea would infact be...a good idea, the only problem is making that new idea a good idea. So if you hear of any then please do let us know at the usual address.

Congratulations to Amy Patterson (for nothing more than leaving the company, hopefully Kofi Annan will reconsider his decision and come back in her wake...not that she's dead...we're not having a wake for her or anything I meant to fill the..er...just to come back.)

So new things are afoot for our heroes to endure. New writing, new material (silk is a nice choice), new experiences with latex gloves, and a new planet to inhabit.

Farewell Assman, this blog feels like...nonsense.

I look forward to hearing from you soon

Kind Regards

Josh Blogolga

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