It's all just constant cake these days

... oh, and sex.

I knew that would get your attention. Or to be accurate, I hoped that would get someone's attention. Then again, maybe I've failed in even that.

I'd like you to come along this Friday to Are You Sitting Comfortably at the Toynbee Studios on Commercial Street, E1 6AB. Doors open 7:30 for 8:00. You can have free chips and cake, and unless you've sampled them aurally (yes, the spelling is important here) you'll be able to hear my take on the birds and the bees - as interpreted by people who presumably know what they're doing. I thought about calling it Conception - maybe I'll save that for when Hollywood calls?

Of course there is always the worry that it will turn out to be some kind of Roman orgy. History does not have much positive to say of the quality of their baking.

Donald Rumsfeld

As I Lay Dying (Of Boredom)

"I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. Jewel knows he is, because does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not... and since sleep is is-not and rain and wind are was, it is not... Yet the wagon is, because when the wagon is was, Addie Bundren will not be."

Can I just have a T please?

Before:

Makeover:

Disappointingly, my newly-designed Lit Crit Medium font looks if anything slightly more elegant than the original handwriting from which it was derived. I was hoping to recapture some of the original's drawn-left-handed-in-blood quality. Admittedly I'm lacking a number of capital letters too. I'm also trying to think of a way to provoke the author into scrawling numbers. At present, I'm limited to Roman numerals. Mostly in lower case, too.

I suppose completing a font is very much like collecting stickers for the old Panini sticker albums. Except that you can't swap letters with your mates to complete the set. Or send off for the last fifty. Hmmm.