Who watches the Wedgeman?

Wow, my subconscious sounds suspiciously like an irate schoolteacher from a poorly-written drama. I'd like to take the opportunity to point out that I was rarely late to school and that punctuality is, in fact, a trait that many Blackstocks pride themselves on. Probably.

Anyway, what am I late for? Well, the more observant of you will have noticed that it's been 2 weeks since I promised you a real update re: the Beach Party. Sadly, Sean has done that better than I ever could so I'll settle for barely mentioning it instead. I will say that Mike did a great job of proving that I know excellent people. He's awesome.

What else is awesome? The weather has suddenly become sucky and I'm lacking in enthusiasm but I've just remembered that I'm off to Southampton to see a whole bunch of ex-schoolfriends, some of whom I've not had any contact with for 2 years. It should be interesting to see Barty, Fru, HazzaMcAzza Extreme, Twohands, Pilchards, Steamboats, Shredder, Barny, Loz, Dan, Paddy et al again. (No, none of those names were made up by me on the spot. I believe my own moniker was 'Billybob', rather sensible, judging by some of the alternatives).

What else is going on in my life? Oh yes, I'm going to be a hero. Or perhaps I'm not, these things are always difficult. So, I'll leave you with a question - does the world need heroes or are they only necessary in fiction? Answers, as always, welcome via comments/email/confused and angry Milliways discussion.