It appears that an ideal method for calming me the fuck down is to go out and ride a bike for an hour. For the first time in six months.

We'll see if the usual post-effort horrorshow arrives tomorrow, I guess.

Things found while having a small tidy-up in the garden:


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English people: stop trying to perform high-fives. You all look ridiculous when you either miss, or have to wait around with arm poised because your 'fiving partner' hasn't realised what's going on.

Those of you who've braved the M25 forcefield will know that most of the flooring at Squalid Acres is nasty brown crapet. The hall needs sorting out properly, and it seems to me that the only vaguely sensible answer is some flavour of not-crapet ( Read more... )

(Wasn't that an Electro-Hippies track? Or was it Extreme Noise Terror? The !Peel programme on Dandelion Radio reminded me about Hagar the Womb and it's all gone a bit shouty ( Read more... )

How many calories are there in mucous? I think I'm getting fat on a non-stop diet of the stuff.

Lordy. A self-fuelling reaction. That's really quite wrong.

There was a word we used @ Another, usually on the morning after adjourning to the pub opposite for jugs of vodka/redbull, and it was rancid.

Dear me, but I feel rancid today. I can breathe, sweat, shiver, expectorate and think, but only one at a time. I'm told I managed sweating and shivering last night, but I was periodically unconscious and ( Read more... )