Welcome to my perfumed garden

But Christopher Walken is the best thing on Twitter.

I do my best thinking in a barber's chair. Sadly I do my worst remembering there too. Sure, I could take some notes but who does that?

Mrs. Liebowitz's cat has gone missing again. He answers to "Martin" and walks with an unfortunate limp. This was only partially my fault.

To clarify - It's partially my fault that the cat answers to "Martin." I believe his name is actually "Pookie" but I won't call a cat that.

I can't say where we're going this evening. It's not a secret or anything - I just don't always listen well. We should keep this between us.

There's a kid on a Pogo stick in front of my house. It's nearly midnight so let's assume he's been drinking. This should end well for him.
 
This post brought to you in the spirit of prevarication.

And where's Alan Davies this morning? Don't tell me he's actually writing, the bugger. ::sigh:: Best press on myself I suppose.