1st line of first post in each month (idea from daegaer):

I have the sort of sore throat I usually only get after enthusiastically snogging someone new, and I'm 99% sure I haven't done any such thing for a long time.

I'm bored.

I'm 32!

Is it just me, or does Clarkson's column this week remind anyone else of Flanders & Swann's "The Gasman Cometh"?

Something happens when I travel east of the M1 or south of Birmingham.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

There's sideways torrential rain, and lightning & thunder, and it's making my spine try to turn itself inside out, and is making my hands type strange things, and it smells all ozoney, and I love it.

Oh, dear lord...

Laste week was, as you may have guessed, mostly work with small amounts of sleep and pizza.

OH THE RAGE.

To make up for not messing up a single html tag in my Whitby post, I have The Whitby Lurgy, and I didn't even pull.

I blame sherbetsaucers.