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I was planning to be around on the internet tonight, but then got sucked in by the 50 Greatest Comedy Characters, including Niles Crane, Guy Secretan, and Rick from the Young Ones. People mentioned Blackadder and failed to talk about lovely Percy. THIS IS A SOURCE OF CONSTANT BEWILDERMENT TO ME. And it turned out I really probably do need to see Peep Show.

In other news, I saw Horton Hears a Who today, in the absence of Rambo being on anymore or that film about lovely dresses and James Marsden. A new ambition of mine is to have 96 daughters. For some reason it strikes me that if you had 96 daughters, Oliver Jane would be a lovely name for one of them.

Things

Today I failed to get up. But I did manage to get down to the local charity shop to pick up a brooch I asked them to put aside for me. It only cost a pound and is the most beautiful ugly thing I have ever seen. It is blue with moons and stars on it. I'm planning to wear it to Orbital. Also I saw someone from my old job at the council, and explained that I work with ex-criminals now. She agreed that this was probably better than what we were doing at the council before.

There are two solicitors' offices in Nottingham whose telephone numbers end in 666. You'd think they'd want to get away from those connotations. There's also an insurance place called "K.R. Phakey and Partners". Probably they do high-level business type insurance, but if you'd run into someone else's car you wouldn't want to give "K.R. Phakey" as your insurance place, would you?

The job for the rest of the day is to tidy the flat, which is such a tip you wouldn't believe it. First job is really to tidy up my recycling, otherwise known as the mess. If an ambassador from a colony of insects that live there comes out to negotiate terms, it could take a while.