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I still have 1/2Kg of sherbet, loads of lollipops and quite a few sweets left over from my blowout a while ago. I’m still enjoying working my way through them.

Remember, remember the 5th of November. Gunpowder, treason and plot.

Or something like that. No one cares any more, it’s just an excuse for the populous (mainly the young populous I might add) to become armed with low grade explosives and blow crap up. Fireworks worry me. I don’t mind professional shows as one assumes the people running those know what they are doing and have put the crowds suitably far back. It’s the smaller boxes of fireworks that people set off in their back gardens, taper in one hand, beer in the other laughing like a baboon on acid as they apply fire to a crap load of gunpowder wrapped in paper and card and then retreat to, what they consider, a safe distance. Worse still are the idiot children with their ASBO’s and single parents who think it’s absolutely hysterical to throw fireworks at people. Shorter fuses, bigger payloads, sort out all the idiots in one fell swoop. Get a cleaning crew out in the morning to sweep up the chunks of blown up prat and let the rest of us get on with it. Either that or stop limiting the sale of explosives by age and limit it by IQ. Or ban them all together and just have the professional shows. Garden fireworks are always disappointing anyway and sparklers are much more fun. God, I’m in a bad mood today.

Turns out no one one the idiot tax payout on winsday so there is now a chance I could win £18,000,000 tonight. Of course there is also a chance that Aston Martin will deliver me a free DB9 just for being me. Neither are very likely

Right, off to Peterborough to play with sharp shiny shit. I’ve bagged up the swords as per instructions from the police so I should be fine, but it’s going to be fun if I get stopped since lying about what I’m carrying will get me into no end of trouble (”What’s in the bag? Pair of katanas officer, wanna look?“). Once I explain why and where I’m going all should be good, but, just in case, who’s posting bail for me?

Watching a program called Super Cat which is explaining why big cats are such good hunters. Apparently they are ‘hyper carnivores’ because they only eat meat. Surely that’s just a normal  carnivore. If they ate veg too then they’d be omnivores! OK, so I’m being pedantic, but I’m in that kind of mood and it’s being very condescending which I don’t appreciate at this time in the morning.

So I’ve been informed that Dom Economics (or Dominonics as it’s also been called) are, in fact, simply a derivative of Man Maths as defined by Captain Slow:

“Man maths. It’s more of a philosophy. It’s a way of justifying wasting money on toys. Therefore I have four cars but no stair carpet,” - James May

Contrary to claims elsewhere I am not, in fact, Spartacus.

Well, got back from Stardust (very cool film if you like that kind of thing, which I do ), sorted a few things out and finally got to sleep at 11:30pm. Woke up at 6:30am. Was not happy, however, as per the plan I lay there refusing to acknowledge the day and promptly fell asleep again Woke up again at 11:30am and finally got bored of lying there at just gone midday. I think I was possibly just a tiny bit tired Now got myself a very short (max 7.5 hour) day before I have another epic sleep. I might even manage 22 hours sleep in 2 days