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...with "LSD" marked very clearly on the outside.

Oh, sorry. I forgot. No jokes.

I’m inexplicably drawn to the online item 10 simple ways to stop you from messing up your life. (This is during the brief hiatus while I wait for the Search facility on my laptop to find the observation form I need for tomorrow.)

I’m quite drawn to Stop being concerned what the rest of the world says about you. Especially the advice that most people are far too busy thinking about themselves (and worry what you are thinking and saying about them) to be concerned about you.

Equally impressive is Don’t worry about your personality. You don’t really have one.

Time, then, to review.

1) I am completely shattered. The local infirmary at 2am on a Saturday morning is no place for any man, let alone one clutching a pregnant woman with acute pains in her chest and an inability to breathe. I’m worried about her.
2) Just got off the phone with my father, which has forced me review issues like not being able to see my third child on his birthday (despite this being his regular contact day), to go with not seeing my second child on her birthday and not seeing my first child on his. And the fact that I don’t seem to get any recognition for 20 years of my life where I did my best all the time. And the parlous nature of the cup final.
3) Despite relations with former partner being quite grim, I finally got a text offering to chat today – for the first time in 6 months – as long as I rang before 6-30pm. I got the text at 9pm, when I found my phone down the back of the settee.
4) I am being observed at work tomorrow, which I could do without.
5) I have a nasty meeting on Friday, which I could also do without.
6) Stories like this one ( British soldier dies after gun battle in Iraq) just slide past, but it’s another human gone, people.
7) I haven’t spoken to my brother for 6 months. He’s travelling the world. He rang up from Delhi at the weekend while I was out and promised to phone back in 15 minutes.
He didn’t.
8) We can’t afford to live in a proper house.
9) Work was exhausting again. I think I can say that.
10) My car is falling to bits.

That's ten then.

Am I down hearted? No. I’ve just helped 6d make a butter bean salad for her leaving lunch tomorrow, and by Friday she can pack in work and plunge us into further financial trouble relax a bit.
I really enjoyed it.
And now I’m listening to Joe Strummer*, and in my head we’re sitting round a camp fire, and you can’t hurt me. I’m not invincible but what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

He takes a while to load – but it did me the power of good.
Ok – back to work.

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Why?
I expect Luxembourg is more central for them.
Or something.
Greedy beggars!

I'm experimenting with flashbacks.
(You know, like in the ad. Officer training type loosens rope and dullard falls into muddy water. Flashback - one hour earlier, dullard puts dirty boots on dash of car. Can't remember which car, and surely that was the point of the ad..anyway, I digress....)

I am slumped in front of the tv.
There is a warm feeling spreading across my genitals.
My trousers smell of wee.
I am soaked in urine.

Flashback 30 seconds earlier:
"Do you want a wee?"
"No!"
Do you want a wee littlun?"
"No!"
"I think you want a wee wee, don't you?"
"No!"

...but I have just watched the last hour of Eurovision.
We had 5 votes from gallant little Malta.
Then TWELVE votes from the Irish, and what do they know?
And therefore we didn't finish last.
It was plenty embarrassing though.

We are UK
We are UK
No - one likes us
Cus we suck.

Blair's legacy - all mainland Europe hates us.

And now TOTP2 Eurovision Special and Cliff, Sandie Shaw and the glow of post imperialism.

Scooch, though. Dreadful. The bloody Ukranians had more class.

And i wonder if I'm not a tiny but missed...

Many readers will know that I'm often moaning about not seeing enough of my daughter.

However, she lives less than a mile away and, despite my differences with her mother, she is in good, safe hands.
Unlike this girl.

Before arriving here to teach this evening I made a short detour to the next village (Rothley - pronounced Row-thly, newsreaders) and stood for a few moments with some distressed , muted villagers and and lot of media people.

Who, to be fair, looked suitably muted and distressed as well.

We all watched two young girls struggling to light a small candle.
And I think everyone was thinking the same simple thought:

Please let her be safe.

So that's where my thoughts will be tonight.

People in Rothley, the Leicestershire village where the three-year-old lives, will hold a silent vigil in the evening to show their support.

The little girl was abducted from a holiday apartment in Portugal on Thursday.

Anyone see the "Conundrum" puzzle in today's Guardian?

Do you think they are trying to tell us something?

Can you pin down the fatal flaw?

Stolen from reddit.com