It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Apart from the obvious, our flat has been burgled (as regular readers will know), one of my best friends was dumped by his long-term girlfriend a week before they were due to move in together, my flatmate’s Aunt died, somebody else I know broke almost every bone in his body when hit by a joyrider being chased by the poilce, another friend contracted malaria, and a small firm I know well was rocked when a staff member committed suicide last weekend. I’ve been saving up my thoughts about New York and may or not unleash some form of rambling diatribe at some point, but right now I just want to return to whatever passes for normality these days. Shit, if David Letterman can, I sure as hell can give it a go. I’m off down the pub. Here’s some cute cats.