http://www.the-folly.com/2009/09/writers-block/
According to Robert Sheckley and Ben Aaronovitch, anyway.
Think I am going to have to try it, otherwise I will be stuck till kingdom come laughing my socks off at Charlie Brooker's account of his visit to the Concrete Menagerie in Northumberland and sipping lukewarm, nose-curling coffee of the day in Starbucks whilst listening to Nathan Barley dingwad lookalikes and their adorable totty-bint girlfriends burble on and on at great length and considerable tedium about Beyonce being up the duff.
Bloody hell words, why won't you come? You bastards know I have a deadline looming, so naturally you do a runner. While I rummage round for you under the sofa, you're hanging out with the odd socks down the bottom of the laundry basket. Just wait till I get my hands on you! You lazy shiftless buggers have a lot of catching up to do etc etc amen (cont. on p. 94).
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