Sentences Woz Writ...

... to the extent that we 'ave a finished first draft of a prologue (though we've mentally pecked at least one serious hole in it). Cue further mild celebrations, except the sore throat's rather intervened [croaks creakily].

Oh, and we haven't dared read the hard copy yet. We know it won't pass muster: there's only one corpse... and some frightened chickens.