Not much

I do love pc_bloggs. This time, it's for linking to a film with the plot keywords of Shirtless Male Bondage / Nipples / Discipline / Monster / Blood Splatter while discussing promotion.

The tail end of my cold has taken root in my sinuses and is chanting slogans such as "We Shall Not Be Moved". Add in that my diaphragm doesn't seem capable of pulling enough air into my lungs, and Project Get Into Shape isn't going well. (It's best not to mention the Maltesers.) Walking home from town yesterday was harder work than it should have been. On the positive side, I did bump into dr_wez and verified the existence of his previously hypothetical little brother (who is, in fact, just a taller, blonder version of dr_wez).

I seem to have developed a liking for a pop song. "Sun Goes Down", by David Jordan, to be precise. See, I *told* you I was ill :p