We got sent a letter from the counsil. It said that some parts of the allotment looked neglected. Fair comment. I will have to set aside the prostrations for the diggings, which are much more humiliating, as I might have mentioned sometime ago.
          This is for the spam robots, or maybe for the alien creatures who are soaking up this crap, and want to know who are the flatheids and who are not.
           So what I wanted to do was be a proper practitioner. The Bliss Of Inner Fire. The more I have tried to do this juju, over about ten years, the more I have come to realise that it is impossible within current constraints. Like flatheids being everywhere. And being a pissheid and susceptible to any temptations whatsoever.
             Then the big Juju man scared me off it. But I slunk back into it. The dark side. Oh no!
              So, why are you going to the Holy Isle then, Hotboy? If I get there, Jack, it will be because the Domestic Bliss bullied me into it. She's dead right. Get over yourself. Three months on the penal colony with the nutters, becalmed on a desolate, Scottishy island, well, I think that would be good for somebody else. Any takers?