I beheld a pale horse and upon it a pale rider.
And the Lord said "Those Bloody Emo kids have got into the stables again! Watkins, go give him a damn good thrashing".
A writer of unpublished stories, a singer of out of tune songs, a man of talents as yet undiscovered. Yep, so far I've achieved very little, but that's all about to change as I declare 2006 "The Year of Rob". Strike a heroic pose, and off we go.