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Less than coherent. Brief points to be going on with.

1) Good to see Prof Nutt pointing out yet again that booze is nastier than pills. Pillheads slap head, say duh (some miss, undermining their point). Worth, however, pointing out that booze tastes nicer. Possibly crucial in final analysis.

2) The trip. Awfully good. Notable for chefs country-wide cracking up when Coogan orders soup followed by chicken, possibly a joke you only truly get if you're in the industry.

3) Why on earth is Gingerharmangate (as no-one is calling it) an outrage when it was apparently perfectly fine to assault Brown for his social awkwardness? Poor show

4) Oh dear god Albarn's shilling for Murdoch, it's going to pain me never to listen to Blur again, but, ALBARN'S SHILLING FOR MURDOCH, are you short of money, Damon, are you?

5) Likewise Merchant sucking Barclay's cock. Embarrassing.

6) It's possible to observe the american midterms with some sense of transatlantic detachment, but difficult. It's easier just to disclocate your jaw to save it the trouble of perpetually dropping.

7) Enough of this, just thought I'd drop in. Bed.

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