As if from nowhere, a weekend blog. Currently sat in work with JW and JP and Orla and Eoin and we've been rendered impotent by the non-serving server.
Cian, if you're reading this, arise from your doubtless drink induced slumber and help us help Setanta. The frustration of it all.
I wouldn't mind but I was brought in via the chariot of Johnny Fitzbollix this morning at 9 bells, ready for the fray, psyched up to input those Big Brother stories when I was tackled on the blower by Fionafone.
"All yer sites are down."
"I don't know how to."
This hasn't been a classic blog by any stretch of the imagination, just needed to write something and see it published.
P.S. Didn't get destroyed last night.