Bit parky, in't it?

It' s gettin' on fer midnight, so let's just bleed the teemin' brain before bed.

Busy day. After a morning's teaching, I had to do lunch duty while it was peeing down, with the consequence that the kids were a bit stir crazy. No major incidents but it's a bit exhausting trying to clamp down on stuff before it happens. Did have a bit of a ruckus with a young girl who was using an umbrella handle as a weapon. In the middle of breaking that up, my mobile rang. I waited until duty had finished and I had a plate of food in front of me before I rang back, which meant that I had just ten minutes to do what I could to improve the draft obituary they'd come up with.

This lead to my most wobbly moment by far, but only because colleagues chose this momemt to a) Wonder whether I wanted to take my coat off (Look, only my mother is allowed to do that, and she's dead) and b) complain that someone had stolen their parking space (yep, that was me - I noticed you'd sneaked out at lunchtime, so I dived in while I had the chance) and that it is crap working here (see that wooden thing with a handle?).

Bus duty was cold wet and miserable too, but I did manage to get home for 30 minutes before having to get out again to teach GCSE.

30 minutes of commute not good - especially since my radio hasn't recovered from being without a battery before Christmas. In the absence of mundane chat and rock music I'm inclined to periods of introspection that are not healthy, so I was grateful for my LifeDrive PDA which was able to provide a playlist that included some Half-Man Half-Biscuit, some Mighty Fall, and Coldplay. And in case that last choice irks the purists, I have to say that "Fix You" is the song most likely to send me over the edge at the moment.

Spent half an hour afterwards in the college bar, reflecting as I did so that it is probably the nearest I have to a "local" - which will depress me if I think about it any more, despite the entertaing chat with Michelle and Nic.

Reached Asda by 9:55, leaving time to pick up some milk and an Ian Dury compilation for under a fiver. I decided I needed to hear "Sweet Gene Vincent" without dely. I'm thinking about verses involving death, and I'll post some on "Omnibus" later. Also, in a moment of extreme profligacy, blundered into the reduced items rack and lahed out 12p on a pasty, 12p on a dip and 7p on a green (read "brown" ) salad.

Other random thoughts:
* Creme Eggs are back. Their latest advertising campaign ("Goo to be back") recalls "Lost Consonants" - any submissions?
* Paedophile gets job as PE teacher story. No reflections on the case itself, other than to say my CRB police check came back with my surname spelt wrongly. However I do think rozzers involved in paedophile cases should avoid old style police talk . I swear I heard a plod on the radio talking about having fingered the suspect. No. Please no.
* Also in Asda: a bottle of cheap whisky and 1 1/2 litres of cheap coke (a cola). Typing this is stopping me from necking it all, so thank you blogging for saving my life. Don't want to succumb to the English disease of quoting entire comedy sketches at you, but it looks like I chose the wrong week to give up sniffin' glue.

Wrong computer so few pictures. This'll do