Feh. Anyone ever have one of those days where nothing major goes wrong, but there's just a string of little niggling inconveniences which add up into a relentless tide of irritation ? I call those “weekdays”. Today was more or less OK, except that when I was in a hurry to get to kickboxing the cash machine elected to have difficulty reading my card (at least it didn't just swallow it outright), and then the down escalator to the Victoria Line was broken. No biggie, except that the herd of numpties I was surrounded by seemed to have trouble figuring out the interface for this particular technological conundrum. One foot in front of the other, slightly lower than the other. Then repeat. Jesus, anyone would think that you'd just handed out a few thousand Rubik's cubes. Thankfully it was an awesome KB session which more than made up for it.

Oh an apparently there was some cricket game on today. *shrug*

In case anyone's interested, I've uploaded a bunch of photos; primarily Morris Dancing gigs. One notable tour was of a town caled Devizes, in Wiltshire – home to the delightful Wadworth Brewery. Aside from being an excellent little town and area, it astonishes me that a town of 15,000 people can sustain the number of pubs it does – there's got to be at least 15-20 of the damn things there !

Finally, and absolutely irrelevantly, one thing that really yanks my chain (let's face it, I'm a grumpy old bastard these days!) is the way that advertising people I assume have to tell you all the specifics about a product in order to make it appear more exotic. I can't think of an illustrative example, because it's too late at night and I can't be bothered. So I'll leap in with the target case in particular. It's this:

How exotic. Madagascan vanilla. Best buy some of that. They've gone to the trouble of highlighting Madagascar on the tub, so clearly it's a fact worthy of the yoghurt-buying proletariat to notice. Clearly they've mentioned it because the fact the vanilla pods came from Madagascar is supposed to put it head and shoulders above any other yoghurt on the market.

Being the argumentative sod that I am, I went and researched this (more truthfully, I put one of my minions to work on it and he came back with an answer while I sat on the couch, cynically enjoying the yoghurt), and bugger me if it doesn't surface that Madagascar is the 2nd largest vanilla pod producer in the world.

Anyway, am looking forward to my trip back to Australia – it's just over a week until I leave ! I can't believe it… there's gonna be great friends, awesome beer, nice weather, portions of fun, and a shower & foot massage in Singapore airport. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!