a car crash of a blog

Zoe, Brussels doyenne of the bloggers and Princess of the Written Word, has turned her wonderfully successful and much-loved blog into a book - My Boyfriend is a Twat (the book).

According to one review on Amazon, it is “finally or at last or something likely in english … yep yep yep … wonderful beautiful so marvelous sproing sproing sproing juchhu …”. This did it for me. I bought a copy.

You should buy a copy too.

Then swing by to see Zoe and say thank you.

I am now married.

I am also still alive, despite the best efforts of a large man in a large car, who cut me up on Montgomery roundabout and sent me flying off my scooter. I have a sore thumb. The scooter is written off.

I was actually quite upset. But now I’m okay. Thanks for asking.

I have just read My Secret History by Paul Theroux and it was loathsome and brilliant.

I will now stop start sentences with “I”. Or shoot me.

It’s been a long time, old friends …

Since the last update I got engaged in a pub, went to an Irish wedding and imported a British car from Greece to Belgium.

In Malta, police sergeant Sant has been thrown into prison for beating up an old French lady. The French are boycotting Maltese products, which is requiring no great changes in purchasing behaviour.

Malta - nul points.