I walked out of my computer shed and decided to go to the highest point I could see from the garden. It's great up there, especially when it's windy 'cos sometimes you fall over and you can't get up again 'cos it's blowing so hard.

Despite what Majyk says, I did not burst his balloon.

I think the story is that a wealthy local land owner was caught smuggling rum but he was too influential to get a jail sentence so as punishment he was told to build a light house to save ships on this treacherous bit of coast. As a big fuck you he built it way up on a hill where it would be usless. Don't know if it's true.

I had a horrible hangover but it was still fun.