I was just launching into print on the train the other morning when I met a real-life friend, so we talked all the way to Wellington. Real life generally takes priority, you see. Other real life friends should sign up for an account here so that I can add you to my 'friends list'. If I do that, you'll be able to read 'friends only' entries which might tell you things you wouldn't hear otherwise. And you might even post a few comments of your own sometimes. Who can tell? But here It's another gloomy morning. I can here the Masterton express roar through the station, so we'll be on our way in just a moment.