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Well, I think it's time for an update while I eat my mushroom and cashew risotto. And yes, since you ask, traditional mushroom risotto is meant to have savoy cabbage in it.

( The Singing Man is alive! )

There is a pause in the update here, while I get very confused. A song, which sounds kind of interesting, is playing at me courtesy of MTV2. On the basis of the singer's voice, and overall sound, I decide it must be Idlewild, but they look all wrong. Eventually the little pop-up bar tells me it was in fact Blink 182. Eh ? Since when did they sound anything like that ?

( And even more bizarre... )

There is a protracted pause in this update, while I get visited by an unexpected Samantha.

( Hurrah for the PO )

( DHW )

I tell myself before I go to sleep

AAAargh, stupid bloody recalcitrant bloody flatpacks with bloody ambiguous instructions and cam bolts that don't fit properly and aaaargh.

However. It is together now. Just waiting for Andy and the drill and the special rawl plugs needed for our comedy made-of-cheese walls to come back at the weekend, then large-scale CD organisation will be mine. And I have a bottle of Badger's Golden Glory, and I have the best of Split Enz (many thanks to the CD fair at the weekend). It's not all bad.

Note for Oxford types: if you want to look at hapless folk dancers making fools of themselves, Mabel Gubbins will be out and about briefly in Oxford tomorrow night (Tuesday). Meet at the King's Appendage at half eight, or phone me to find out where we are (likely suspects are the Far From the Madding Crowd, the Lamb and Flag, and the School House).