Greetings from sunny London. Wimbledon tennis began yesterday, so cue the rain. So there's me, sitting here for the past week working out what I could safely put in here. Untapped genius? Story telling demigod? Or, as most will probably lean towards, habitual liar with an ego the size of Europe? I wouldn't go quite that far myself... They say we Brits can laugh at ourselves. This is true. Can never pass by a mirror without howling. If you like your paranormal, Mass Effect, Monty Python and football (soccer) or not, then please take up the obligation of reading/reviewing my Portfolio. It's what its there for and needs love as well. Toodles.