Pre-recorded ‘live’ show (like the Fat One does), from Saturday. I let off some steam about the Vis moot feedback as I drive up the M1 and the ICB towards home.
Can anyone tell me WHY oh WHY I took on this massive project? If only I was German, so I could wrote proppa English like as if I was brung up propper two, like Kim Beava woz.

I remember back to the one and only (failed) party I held at my house once – for Eurovision 2006.

At least when I get home, I know that I have a lovely Christmas party (and tons of food) waiting for me. Or is it…
The cake kinda gave it away.

Here beginneth, my 40th birthday weak. Mid-life-crisis roll on baby!!

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. I had a rather unproductive day at Uni today, hanging out with all the cool, young, brainiac kids in the library; studying for Evidence exam.
. Even though I don’t look, or act, my (old) age, I really don’t fit into the Gen-Y crowd either.

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. I have seen the Philippino’s “map of Tasmania”! :-O

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