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Hello, my name continues to be Neil Alexander Mclean.
I don't feel much like talking today.
instead I'd like to play you a little tune on this little electronic synthuesizer which that I made.
Erm (sniff) it's called 'Jessica's Theme'.
and Jessica is is somebody that I made up for my idea.
I put the tune to some images of some sea creatures. Um.
I rather fancy that it looks a little bit like a music video that the star 'enya' might have.

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Hello, my name continues to be Neil Alexander Mclean.
I am lying face down on the floor in a bid to contain my excitement.
I have placed a silver bow upon my head to give you a clue as to why I’m so visibly jubilant…
Over the last few days I have been showered with things the very likes of which I did not ask for.
To help me finish my idea.
I got some robot books and a cordless glue gun.
Two gifts that I was not bothered to receive:
A grill burn; and a suspected insect bite to the left cheek.
Don’t worry I’m not masturbating.
I’m trying to retrieve something from my anus…
In the mean time here’s some information…
And here it is… my final gift
A bag of bottle tops.

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Hello, my name continues to be Neil Alexander Mclean.
This was not of my own volition.
An' I’n am having a little nap on this chair in the garage approximately twenty eight million, forty seven thousand, three hundred and sixty feet away from where I had an idea.
After a history of difficulty completing some of my other ideas… I decided that this one must be seen through to fruition.
I had it on the 1st of the 1st 2003.
Little did I know it would take me such a fucking long time.
The idea was born at the top of this house; on this half… in a room whose window you cannot see in this picture because it is further back than this room at the front, a stones throws down the z axis; I’m not in the room.
I am taking a photo of the house from outside.
I still haven’t finished (chuckle) seeing my idea through... I still haven’t finished seeing my idea through to fruition.
Perhaps I was the merry fool in electing to coerce this whimsy into being.
I wonder how far my journey...
Will I succeed…?
Or will I fail… crushed by the minutia lurking in the work ahead.
Blocked by growling obstacles lumbering before me down the corridor of time..
Or possibly stolen from the idea by the whispering ghost of doubt in my heart…?