Ooops!

Yeh, well right... I forgot my passwords for my blogs and I was too disorganised to have written them down - which is why I have fallen silent recently. Just now though, I found my password scribbled on a postick. Whether or not I will ever recover the key to the bewildered world of Abraham DeBunkem, I have no idea. Oh Miss Mason what is a boy to do! It is at times like this that I call to my inner Keith-ness and think to myself, 'que sera sera, fuck it'. That's it 4 now.