The Northern Line finally reopened, but was predictably packed. Some idiot was standing way over the yellow line, so his shoulder and the bag over it was in the path of the oncoming train. Oblivious to this, he stood there until a nearby good samaritan forcibly pulled him away with all of one second spare. Should have pushed him, the prat.

I have started compiling a list of what I want for Christmas. It may seem early but Sainsburys now stock crackers, therefore it’s officially the run up to Christmas. Only three things populating said list right now. Must think.

Fortean Times reported a great story today about an image of the Pope appearing in a pancake. I simply had to post the picture. I mean, look at it! I need to cook more… maybe the face of God himself will appear on the underside of an overcooked fried egg that I can sell on eBay to an internet casino and make a tidy wad of cash.

I just watched a fantastic episode of South Park where some kid sells Cartman his pubes. Cartman does this because he wants to be a man, not knowing that you have to grow your own rather than buy them. So the rest of the episode revolves around Cartman trying unsuccessfully to get revenge on the kid, right until the end, where he finally gets his revenge by getting the kid’s parents shot dead. I’m so not doing it justice. I forget how funny South Park was, back in the day.

Work is a bit stop-and-start right now. We’re nearing the end of the work I’ve been doing for the last few months, and submitting a grant proposal for more funding, so I’m spending frantic half-hours completing “urgent” work then waiting a few more hours for dsome delegated tasks to trickle in.

This is probably my dullest entry yet…