Well, I hope you're all suitably recovered from the frights, delights and alcohol (or caffeine) poisoning of Monday evening. The pace was fast and furious - the vibe (I thought) fun and friendly. In …

I say:

Come, dear friends. Come and pull …

The Dreadful Thoughts project begins (like a cauldron of hot blood) to bubble and fizz most satisfactorily - with my comrade Sinéad rallying the troops over at The Sigla Blog.

For the first of …

Right. Time to spit on the hands (my own and those of others), roll up the sleeves and slap the dozy Dreadful Thoughts project back into something approaching life. Necromancy, Ho!

After speaking to (hat-trick …

Like most sensible people I loathe and abhor Mondays. Mondays take my weekend jauntiness and kick it in the face - before setting fire to it and throwing it down …