Last night, I walked home from Wimbledon, town of my youth, at 2am in the rain. If anything, I was disappointed by the fact that it *didn't* conjure up countless romantic, emotive images. Rather I lamented the fact rain was dripping off my nose, my right calf was seizing up and it was still a bloody long way to go before getting to my parents' house. It was only about 4 miles, all told, and I kind of am glad I did it. It's the only bloody exercise I've had this month, in any case.

My store of Xmas anecdotes is entirely bare. My brother said something that had me in fits on Boxing day, but 6 hours later neither of us had a clue what he'd said. Not even the subject matter. Whiler it would be in keeping with the tone of this entry, anything else I could mention would be of the worthy but dull archetype that you can only get away with telling to loved ones. Believe me, you wouldn't care.

New Year is approaching, and I need to clarify my list of resolutions. I know *some* of you don't agree with the concept, but frankly I need all the help I can get to rearrange my life so that it fits into the Mark-shaped hole in humanity. Suggestions welcome. "Be more like Laura Llew" is sadly not an option - you know I would if I could, dammit!

Off to practice my American accent, but forever yours,
Mark