Well I've given up on the idea of sourcing a supposedly obscure email address. Its all in the too hard basket and ultimately too much of a waste of time anyway, when frankly I'd rather be doing other things rather than paranoid visions of 'big brother' sitting out there waiting for me.
He is anyway, Face it, if I sat out there with a red bath towel for long enough I'd show up on Google earth sooner or later.

Quite some years ago, given one boring afternoon sitting in a lonely shack in pretty close to the ends of the earth that you could possibly imagine, Fiordland I believe, with a couple of equally bored friends tired of chopping wood to keep the fire going, or making huge puddings enough to warm the cockles of ones heart. A can of red paint presented itself in the shed.
We climbed up on the roof and painted something that absolutely escapes me now, I can't even remember what it was that we did, a smiley face perhaps, the location name, hello fellas. I have no idea.
But paint we did, and noticed it was, without any reprimand, so it must have been pretty tame. Most likely we had 5 days to debate the totally ludicrous it to a sensible conclusion. Wonder if it's still there

This weekend we are going to be lining the ceiling, for months now there's a tin shed above our heads. I'm not looking forward to the work and lugging up 6m lengths of plaster board upstairs, have no doubt about that. But I sure as hell am looking forward to getting this room to livable. And back to some semblence as it was. And painting and just getting it back ship shape and bristol fashion sooner rather than later. 

Been watching the American elections, on an on an on. Bad enough here I guess, a possible black president? For a short time perhaps, least before some ignorant prick shoots him. Or he isn't going to be a man to toe the line when it comes to the money lenders I guess. 

crikey, watching the latest episode of lost, gotta love it!