No Fixed Abode

I thought I had found where the cool people had gone but remember children: ‘geek is the new cool’. I’m back into learning cocktail specs while my RSI inflicted wrist - oh thankyou mr frisbee - hinders any thought of picking the working-flair up again. The bar is yet to have been built, memories of Ascension filter in, leaving us training in another bar on the other side of town. I have so far avoided injury leaving me fit for Easter weekend’s beach tournee in Rimini (Italy) while Mattie Moo broke his hand; 4 weeks in a cast forces him out of that and other tournaments - that will learn him for trying to score on me. I had great fun last night playing our way through my friend Fran’s new sign language book. I can sign all sorts of useless rubbish now, soon to be forgotten I imagine. Yesterday I was proudly being very much like a little kid with my mate’s playstation; seemingly taking electronic gadgets apart to fix them should be left to the experts!