Memories...

I have a terrible memory.

That's why I keep doing this blip thing.

It reminds me of fabulous days and fruit pastilles and memories of times gone by.

And wine. Lots of wine.

The antisocial behaviour thing is quite dull. I've not been found out. My hermit secret is safe. Someone has complained about noise in the stair. It wasn't me. The noise or the complaint. Although if the new guy below me doesn't deal with his cinema surround system sometime soon then there will be a noisy complaint!

Choon!