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6 December, 2006

I bet it has a bitter taste

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/6209114.stm

5 December, 2006

Abandoned pot

Isn’t it great when you look back past everything that you’ve been through in the past few months and see aforementioned pot is not only still boiling but has in fact finally boiled?…

…and with extra steam?

Thank you God, thank you Rhi, thank you my everything! It really is the little things…

I have an album sample and industry issue tickets to Patrick Wolf at the Union Chapel and his London gigs in the new year. Who wants to touch me?…

… I SAID WHO WANTS TO GODDAM TOUCH ME?

p.s. Oi, Paddy. I love this album already. You’ve done the Whoopi Goldberg impossible and made joy into a blanket, something tangible you can wrap yourself up in.

To live, to learn, to love in the major key.

Thank you!

Imagine my mince pies

Dear Sir,

When oh when oh when oh when will a decent British town be left to its Christmas celebrations without interference from the Daleks? The Women’s Institute has little other opportunity to poison small children - are you suggesting that they should somehow stop?

It’s Margot Kidder gone mad.

Yours,

Lord Tillbury-Plums
Blustering on Tweed

3 December, 2006

Sim Ben

Look! It’s me!

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Now all I need create is a little Sim Patrick and a little Sim Nick Stahl, and we can all live happily ever after in my little Sim mansion.

I need never face reality again.

2 December, 2006

Dragon fruit

Isn’t it wonderful?! So plump and bright and jolly and garishly alien!

I should eat this for breakfast more often.

1 December, 2006

A lesson in exasperation

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Internet queers. Ugh!