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It's about time for an update, I think. Here are a few things wot have happened recently :

• It was Surf-Film-Maker Chap's birthday. His ladyfriend got him a remote-controlled plane. He was very excited about this, spent all morning assembling it, and then took it out for a test swoop that afternoon. He went to a quiet spot, and tried to take off from the ground - as per the instructions. The grass was too long to allow it to take off, so he launched it by hand - a practice flagged up in the instructions by having a big red line through it. It did ascend, for about a split-second; just before it made a convincing nose-dive into the ground, shattering the propeller. He loaded the wreckage back into his van, and drove off. The entire operation lasted about two minutes. And the spot was quiet - but not so quiet that some lady hadn't watched him the whole time, and laughed her ass off.
  Fortunately for our hapless hero, there was a spare propeller in the box. So the following morning he took his baby out for round two. This time he employed a different method (omitting to press 'go up', in favour of 'go down'), but achieved exactly the same end result.
  
• I am finally moving to The City next week. I shall be living temporarily with the Sweet Ecologist (my ex ladyfriend, for those who haven't been keeping up). This could be fun, or could be weird. But for those of you who doubt the wisdom of such a decision, consider this - she has bought a house in an area serviced by water taxi. That's right - water taxi! Turboskill!
  
• On an evening out, I got engaged to a very lovely friend of mine. She is gorgeous, loves to ROCK!, and has a mouth like a sewer. To wit, she is perfect. However, I think when she suggested getting married, she was thinking of the potential haul of presents; and not sweet booty-ya-ya. I am now engaged to three people. None of whom I am destined to ever have sex with. Blee.
  
• Speaking of women, as we were, I have pretty much decided to stop blogging about the pursuit of ladies. Mainly because, when I start doing my homework, I am told pertinent bits of information such as: "She's got a boyfriend", "She's married, with children", "She's just over for the weekend before flying back to Ulan Bator", "She's killed, and will kill again". It's time to go into hibernation.

  That'll do for now, I think.