[If I remember correctly]
'It's like a river overflowing!' proclaimed David fantastically, finishing off Tim's spiel about a certain individual on his mind. He proceeded to open his exercise book to illustrate exactly what he meant by a river while Ms. Blazejewski's disapproval slowly drifted towards us from across the room.
...
That night, after some discussion over MSN, the looop's blueprint was drawn up. With the idea that Tim would fill the void for us if we didn't end up writing much.
And two hundred and thirty odd entries later,
/Tim's saving his secret blogging-powers for when the world really needs them;
/I've had Livejournal as my voluptuous mistress for a year, my little extra on the side;
/and the Chronicles of David have emigrated to a mysterious, not-so-distant land.
And so, the looop is no more. Maybe we'll try and sell the rights to it one day and Penguin will make an anthology. Not any time soon, but later, when we're old men and our superannuation has been almost completely wiped out by the global recession in 2053.
The royalties should be enough to last us another ten years. At least!