He has a blog. It's quite nice. Heck, Phil's way too nice. I've been sporting about with his feelings, mistaking him for a wankery troll from across the pond but the deuce of the thing is, I think he's wonderfully sincere and fun-hearted. I mean, c'mon, just look at how adorable he is:
Too many American blogs and hearts are soul sick right now and Phil's place seems a most pleasant little respite from your own sad, sick life. He likes wine, women and song. And cheesecake. Can't be all bad. I think he needs to meet more people. He's a "kind of software developer" and we all know what that means.
So go enjoy Phil's blog and welcome him to the rough-house of Argghh's Pirate Palapa. If he thinks I'm a pisser he really needs to meet Dogette, LeeAnn, Froth, Laura and Daphne. He'll see I'm a harmless little fuzzball. I should have been a bit more genteel with him, I suppose, but he took it like a man and held himself above the fray. He must die. I mean, he must be high.
Click him hard!
Oh wait, how do they say it? Go 'round and knock him up.