Daily Shmaily

this is good stuff, and it's dailyish.  Besides, not a whole lot happened in the last two / three days.  Ruth decided to cancel the blog competition, solely on the grounds that I'm so much cooler than her, and my musical incompetency cost a complete stranger 20 quid, because she asked me to tell her what a song was, and if I knew it she would win a 20 pound bet with her sister.  The song was numb by Linkin Park.  She lost her money.  Still, I like to put aside my guilt in this area by consolling myself that she probably just made the whole thing up to talk to my goodlooking self, because sometimes self delusion is the best alternative to reality.  Quite often, in fact, when it comes to how good looking I am, how much I attract the ladies and the like.  In fact, about five minutes after the incident, reality kicked in when a rather large drunk woman in a bikini which, to say the least, did not suit her figure mistook me for one of her friends, who I think was a girl called 'Avy'.

We lost kitten for about five hours today, and then he just turned up on the stairs.  He's probably some multidimensional being that just looks like a kitten, and radiates potent levels of cuteness.

If it's any consolation, the reason I've not been keeping this up is because I always try and leave it till the last minute to squeeze in all the things of the day, but at the moment I always end up watching black books before going to bed quite late.  So should you, because you'll find yourself staggering around giggling in your head, and sometimes actually saying 'I'm sorry, I ate your bees.'

Also, today is karate, where I learn now to beat up seven year olds and old people in a class of mixed ages and abilities.  Another fantastic and uneconomicaly substitute for the virtual glory of our much missed home entertainment system.  Video games, I pine for you!