i think it would...it really, really would.

well take cover cause here it comes.

you know when he meets that bird on new years...and he's like...got nothing about him or anything to say until he thinks of the lad from skins...and he's the only thing that he can talk aboout to give himself a bit of substance...

i feel a bit like that at the moment...like if i were pressed for conversation with someone new right now i'd be lost for words....and i could fill my head with books and films right now but i'd have nothing much interesting to say about them at all....like i feel mentally mute....everytime i read something or watch someone say something on telly, it amazes me how they thought it up.

and, if anything, this post is only further proof of that.... viscious circle and all that.

reet bummer it is.

suggestions?......kid?....do i need a kid?....where could i find spare kids to make come round my house?