alexsarll | It's impossible for a human being to be entirely happy.

In a late addition to the bill of entertainments at tonight's Love Your Enemies, there is to be some form of raffle, with Mute goodies* to be won. I think it'll be a get-given-a-ticket-when-you-come-in job.

Among the useful lessons learned at

my_red_dream's housewarming - she has a tendency to confuse pigeons with poo, while her beau is a dab hand at drawing bomb turbans, even on such unpromising wearers as the golden-mantled tree kangaroo (possessed,

icecoldinalex claims, of 'shifty eyes').

"Mr Chirac said any subject matter that could hurt other people's convictions should be avoided." Well, that's one approach. On the other hand there's the quote which one sees attributed to many press veterans, in many slightly different wordings - I was first told it as being from Lord Beaverbrook: "News is what someone wants to suppress. Everything else is advertising".
(On which note, who's been editing Wikipedia?)

Among things making me cheerful today are dubnobasswithmyheadman (a listen this morning reveals that all the tracks are too long for LYE, but heavens it's still a great album), the supervillain Egg Fu (an Oriental supercomputer in the shape of a giant egg, who holds Wonder Woman captive with his moustache), the birthday card from Tuesday which was basically Brokeback Mountain with dogs, and Chris Oakley's abiding love for Millennium.

There's plenty of anti-psychotic drugs out there, but has anyone ever invented the opposite, a conscience suppressant? I realise it's not something your average shrink would want to prescribe, but I imagine it would be a godsend to the CIA or KGB, and they had neurochemists of their own.

*No, not including

missfrancesca.