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Not an epic week, the highlight beng moving stuff out of the living room so the plasterer can come in and do his thing. Like the death of a childhood hero there's nothing that reminds you so chillingly that you're full-grown as getting someone in to do something. Brrrr.

So a quick post, seeing as I'm back doing this thing again I supose I'd best keep at it, even if there's little of interest to say. how about a list of five entertaining things? That'll do.

1. Griffin. Don't wish to expend too much energy on this, as the hyperbole is off the scale. Suffice to say a million votes = right to public speaking. Deliciously said right then leads inexorably to making a tit of oneself. I fell in love with Bonnie Greer after her 2:2 gag. NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH ONLY GETTING A 2:2, SLIGHTLY THICKER READERS. I kid, obv.

2. Idolator's fifty worst songs of the 00's looks like one to follow, entertained so far, even though I've opnly heard a fraction of them, being, as I am, a Brit. I fear Cheryl Cole's current atrocity has arrived too late to make the cut, a shame.

3. Friend of Coadstalblog's Not Sue's entertaining facebook status updates whilst being trapped in BBC television centre during said griffin debacle. Your correspondent's highlight "I fear the BBC bar will ahve run out of wine before the police will let us leave". Good times.

4. The Estimable Cliff yates. Coastalblog hermano. Buy the damn book.

5. Being as I live not too far from merseyside, the two local clubs utterly fucking abject performances this week have lead to an overall atmosphere of peace and quiet. There's nothing as noisy as a scouser who's team's just won. Blessed relief. Now, I don't wish to stray too far from this post's intended brevity, but the blues have an excuse. Liverpool fans, what the fuck is up with your boys? Poor show. Fort William updates soon, natch.

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