There’s no sense asking if the air is good if there’s nothing else to breathe.

I was told this morning, by someone I consider a good friend, that I swear too much. Odd if you ask me, because I don’t particularly swear at all in conversation. It appears however that in type, I am a reprobate. A phillistine, an all round bad man. I’ve never really given it much thought I have to say, probably due to the anonimity type affords one.

Bugger.