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[liadnan]

I haven't written for a couple of days because I seem to have a foul case of the blues this week and would only either whine or snap at little things that irritate me. And oh there are so many of those. Starting with people who Won't Move Down The Tube Carriage In Rush Hour The Fuckers and proceeding all the way up to the drafters of the Insolvency Act 1986, who really ought to have been wrapped up in a sack and thrown in the fucking Thames. In front of a speeding launch.

Ahem. You see?

Pay no attention to me, I'm mainly fed up with myself for not getting on with any of my grandiose projects. Or, indeed, doing much of anything at all. Beethoven's Mass in C is currently going full blast, which is probably annoying the neighbours but is doing me no end of good.

The notorious Lincoln's Inn Fountain had, I learn, only just been cured of its leaking when it became the centrepiece of a landlord and tenant dispute. Some people find the noise distracting, apparently. For fuck's sake. God knows I think it's an ugly waste of money but it's there now, and being limited to having it on for only 10 minutes in every hour is somewhat ridiculous.

Oh, and this list of potential vice-presidential candidates from Timothy McSweeney (via The Defective Yeti) at least made me laugh. Particularly candidates numbered 8, 9, 10, and 14. Well, it's not my problem.

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Hey, those potential vice-presidental candidates are everyone's problem.