November 19th, 2002


Ohhh Dear...

This PC is wobblin'; it's wibblin'...I don't like the look of things. If I have any readers who might wonder, and I vanish. PC disintegration is probably the cause... Oh fuck. Faffing around online is one of the few things maintaining what flapping shreds of sanity I have...It's doing strange, unpleasant things, though. Me no like.
No meteor shower fun for Londoners, either. You couldn't see yer hand last night, never mind Leonids...Oops, sounds like that oil tanker they were squabbling about finally broke in two; a bit of the old environmental disaster, then? Sigh-


Thin _White_ Duke remembers feeding the stroppy London sparrers at St. Paul's, Covent Garden. I used to do that, going so far as to old-ladyishly try and keep bullying pigeons (Hate them! Hate their 'orrible raw mince-like feet!)at bay, while the little guys had a feed. For the last several years, though, there have been NO SPARROWS AT ALL at St. Paul's, or indeed anywhere else, that I've noticed. I should be used to this by now, but still find it rather scary.
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