This isn't a post about Friday night television, nor a post about Amanda Brunker. It's not a post about the films of Judd Apatow and it is not a blog about blogging.
It's a post about not blogging, actually. I'm fleeing the city at the crack of Saturday and heading for West Cork for a couple of days.
Come Monday you can expect a post that won't be about sheep, and it will not be about one-toothed men querying my gait. It won't be about the sea and the quiet and Kilcrohane, and it probably won't be about wood.