By the time you read I will be gone.
I have no idea where I will be.
I do not know what state my body or mind will be in.
All I do know, is that I will not be here.... I will be somewhere else.
I am due to be locked in a room with no obvious means of escape.
I will be forced to rely on the knowledge and intelligence "The incredibly Upsetting Boy", Dan (who still does not know why 'THEY' can't invent a country without wind) and the t'other half of Sinkingship Productions Darren who's birthday treat we are collectively taking part in.
If our group were to be described by an outsider I would most defiantly be the one most likely described as Thelma from the Scooby Doo cartoons.
There is no doubt in my mind that I will come to some kind of physical harm/emotional distress or both.
It does however give me a little breathing space for a very .... hmm.... different kind of post that should be ready for my "hopeful" return.
In the meantime, here are some pictures of a massive mutant spider that tried to steal my evening snacks the other night.
(if you zoom in you can see his gang 'tats' and flick knife that he threatened me with)