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So, I know that I haven't been around much; life, work, crime fighting, these all just keep getting in the way. For those that have missed me, I promise to be around a lot more over the coming weeks. And for those that couldn't give a shit and hadn't realised that I'd been absent, well, I promise to be around a lot more over the coming weeks. You know, just to piss you off.

Anyway, I'll let you into a little secret about something else I've been doing over the passed couple of weeks, something that I thought would be a good idea given my advancing years and ballooning waistline.....

.....exercise.

Well, it's the end of the world then.

Yes, I'm well aware that that Raptor thing never happened, (which is probably just as well. I mean, after Jurassic Park, what other dinosaur thing ever worked out?) but just because some crazy bloke with an Armageddon fixation failed to predict the apocalypse, doesn't mean it isn't happening.

The signs are everywhere.

Hey guys.

Sorry I've not been around for a few weeks (I know how you all weep and find life that little bit harder when I'm not ranting about pointless bollocks), but I hooked up with this weird bunch of guys and we've spent the last fortnight or so driving around America in their kick-ass van solving crimes. It was a hell of a lot of fun; bad guys in rubber masks, huge talking dogs, sexy nerds, I was having a blast...right up to the point I was hit on by the head crime fighter. And believe you me, blokes in neckerchiefs do not take no for an answer.

So I came back to good ol' England and decided that I could better serve the world by injecting a little more of my inane, shit filled yammering into it.

And what, you ask, will I be lambasting with my bile coated skewers of righteous, drivolity? (that's my word. Leave it alone).

Well, this week it's co-op gaming.

You know, I recently had a near death experience.

I know, sounds faintly ridiculous, right? I mean, life is a near death experience. Simply walking down to the shop to get the latest copy of Razzle usually means negotiating several roads, gangs of disreputable, hooded youths talking to each other in some form of sms flavoured code, bitter old ladies whose dreams never came true and who hold you personally responsible for the excitement that utterly failed to show up in their lives, and you continually have to invent rules for games you discover yourself playing - games such as Dodge the Dog Turd or Antagonise the Supermarket Security Guard. Each of these things pose different, but potentially catastrophic, dangers to your physical and mental well being.