aacch, as we Scots like to say. That was a nasty few hours of packing up the remaining crap from the outer storage room (more like the outer fucking limits) into the nice boxes supplied to us by the moving firm. Now its the inner space's turn, as our attention turns to the jungle of wires, obsolete electronics, state of the art consoles, two years worth of new scientists, shares, bank statements, simpsons memorabilia, eldritch war boots and panties that is the storage room. Inner sanctum, my arse - exactly.

Sanctum, was incidently, a comic yarn which I read a few weeks ago. Not bad, but a little disjointed, mind you though, the art work was good.

tired now, must sleep and read some more A. Reynolds latest (The Prefect) before I catch some zzzzz's.