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I'm sat at the edge of England (=the edge of the world), with the sea-breeze whistling in my ears. Earlier I walked along the beach in my trenchcoat, billowing bleakly yet happily, and realised that to feel any more Vertigo I would actually have to be an abandoned DC character getting a makevoer.
I read back through my friendslist, missing half the detail because I'm drunk, but that's OK because most of you will miss this update.