Jet lag...
I can't sleep. It's 6:15am. Jet lag. I'm currently hiding under a duvet in a pitch black bedroom in a small cottage on the south coast of Devon. I'm trying not to wake our hosts, Christopher and Stuart, or Marky so I'm typing this one character at a time on my XDA (yes, it seems GPRS has made it to this neck of the woods). And what should I contemplate at this early hour of the morning? Well all I can think about is Mo Mowlem. Madness takes many forms.
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