Right this isn't quite what I was expecting to be on the other side of my door, there's significantly more people for a start, none of whom have sticks. Funny that.

So the afterlife has the internet, interesting.

I'm not supposed to introduce myself am I? Cos I'm not exactly the sociable type, so I'm not going to.

Current Mood: blah

George? Mitchell?

Why am I not in the house? And how the hell am I typing on the net? I shouldn't be able to type on the net, that makes no sense at all.

I can't drink tea, but I can type on the net.

Right.

America. Huh...this is an interesting development. And something of a change from the status quo.

Right...now, I'm looking for a slightly short bloke with glasses. Incredibly spastic and prone to fretting. He answers to George. Anyone seen him about? He's rather hopeless without me, I'm afraid.

An explanation would be equally welcome.