Drew a bit this morning. Why do I have this sort of weird identification with the heateful Crazy Frog? I suppose, deep down, I'd like to whizz about on an invisible motorbike and piss everyone off...
Saw Gorbachov on TV last night. I still think he's sexy. (I know this is Wrong. Bite me.)
I am also, inevitably, getting snared by the BIG BROTHER habit. The rat hasn't come back, but I'm hoping against hope. I also badly desire to see an all-out housemates punch-up, minus last year's weedy police intervention, etc. Let 'em mutilise each other. Haaaah!