Yesterday’s missing content is something I don’t really feel guilty for, but maybe should given the shit Stuart is kicking up about it.
I was, in fact, many miles from home, having woken up early to go pay a visit to Writtle College – not in case I decide to go there and be all animal-smart or agricultural, but to visit who I charmingly refer to as ‘the lady’. I considered churning out a quick and pointless update whilst playing on her laptop, but then decided I couldn’t be fucked and tried to go to sleep instead while she looked at sperm under a microscope.*
Things I Hate, now a three-part adventure into despair and dislike, is something I rather hoped to write more of as the site grew; instead the articles became less quickly run-off the ‘press’ of my grotty keyboard so they took a backseat. So releasing one today was greatly refreshing, if too quick and easy to please the masses. Will I be accused of releasing shit since the site has relaunched? I already have, but I tend to ignore what people say about Stuart’s stories, since I don’t write them.
* not mine. Seriously.
