99 Problems

The vermin were swarming in North London again last night. A 'testimonial match', apparently. More of them were in the yellow than the red this time, from the ones I saw; wonder if that has something to do with the phases of their mating cycle?

On a related note, I learnt this morning that there is a scientific definition of 'cretin'. Hence the presence in a serious text of lines like "Swiss cretins have not been spotted since the 1940s but a belt of cretinism still tracks most of the world's other great mountain ranges". Sadly, I can't find any photos of myxdematous cretins online but trust me on this one: Yours.

On an unrelated note, happy birthday to insecuregoddess and her breasts, though presumably they're somewhat younger than she is.

A post on the wonder of The Napoleon of Notting Hill may follow at some point once I have written barbed missives to Vodafone and freed some room in my prose systems for beauty.

Why do I keep up with the news when it only upsets me?

Tossers, Part One: The Sasser Support Team. '"The entire world is angry with him, so we think he could use some friends," the team wrote. "We also like sticking it to the man."' Yes, but while he was "sticking it to the man' he also stuck it to lots of perfectly pleasant people going about their everyday Net use. Let him rot.

Tossers, Part Two: The International Olympic Committe. Because London really needs to waste more money on another stage of bidding (and, this being the IOC, bribery) so that we can get more tourists and more sport clogging our already crumbling infrastructure, doesn't it?

Tossers, Part Three: