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so i know i said next week last week but as was already explained weeks in the life of a dog can be ten days. try working that out with dog years of 7 to 1. but enough about that because i have been very busy and not so busy. 

so with all my companions of almost every variety having disappeared off the face of the earth i was left to rattle around in my fortress of solitude for almost a whole solid week, emerging only to buy chocolate buttons or fight crime. this was of course broken up by a few sightings of model, grr and brazil, on one occasion where our favourite serbian establishment was kept standing only by our 4 pint glasses. and on a similar day of limited achievements, i found my calling in bar billiards with porksworth and market, which did raise my score for the day before the toppling of the centre skittle brought me back to zero. at some point in the week of wonder (nothing) on some day (i have no idea if it was before or after the aforementioned events, maybe tuesday?) me, model, grr, brazil and camberwell hit the depressed arms to see tunmills and co, whereby/fore i was impressed, almost as much as a bystander who kept saying he was so. 

then the weekend not so much as sprung upon me but faded through the mist like in a movie when people who haven't for a while meet. and after cocktails with my previously mentioned companions in the latter event plus happy and minus brazil, (keep up) it was to the hub to meet there sorel, curly, dubble, bunch, kswiss, fierce, and the rest. and later on the party not only kept on going but included your favourite canine and more cider, to the former home of samaritans minus the thermometer we all knew and loved.

so sunday was spent how sundays should be spent (sans religion) with no memorable happenings and a rollover to next week. 

monday and in a bizarre coupling of central london and robin i made the short trip to see clerk, before returning for a brief visit to the bear to pick up one mousey, who after a long spell in the shire made a welcome return. 

and then of course tuesday i began to earn my bread selling drums underground, while seeing waiting for godot and still waiting myself too for one half of the decision making professional liars to post my life plans, before saturdays torture for the other half. 

sorry to be so exhaustive, quality control will return to your screens soon readers. i'll get jurassic 5 to set me straight.

more NEXT WEEK.