Thoroughly enjoying that otter book and hoping the BBC buy the rights and do a quality drama like what they did with White Teeth and Buddha Of Suburbia. The new Buzzcocks album is good too (cue comments along the lines of ‘there may be snow on the roof but there’s still fire in the grate’). Whatever. Track 2 on the new Delays album has got us rolling back the carpets and having a spastic 1981-esque jig at Spellcnut towers. The documentaries on Russia on More 4 this week have been stunning and oh so accurate in portraying the whole fucked up mess. I only had £2.50 in my pocket at lunchtime on Monday so I bought two boxes of Sugar Puffs (buy 1 get 1 free) and two pints of skimmed milk and I should finish it all off today and I never want to see another grain of puffed wheat in my life. Whatever. The same thing happened with After Eight Mints years ago when I ate a very large box in one sitting. They’d fallen off the present table at Nick Heywards wedding where I was a barman (at that inn I mentioned in my last post). We found them while tidying up at the end of the night and I ate them in the staff room while watching The Entity on video. Whatever.