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Is made of even purer, finer, bigger, better awesome than even hitherto presumed. Please sign his petition.

End bullfighting in Catalonia.

Is our neighbour's cat. His name is Drew. He spends a considerable amount of time in our house, sunning himself in our window, drinking our milk - warm, we warm it for him - eating cat food, which we buy for him, stealing our toast, attacking us, drawing blood.

He's not a very nice cat so why do we feed and water him, put up with is violent mood swings and afford him every home comfort at no small inconvenience to ourselves? I have no idea. We're not even cat people yet he seems to exert some strange hold on us, a feline Derren Brown, perhaps?

We've been hearing tales about this cat, how he'll 'eat you out of house and home' (we already knew), how he broke in through an open window and stole a roast chicken from another neighbour's kitchen. How his own family have had to put a child lock on their fridge because gets inside and eats everything in there.

( If you see this cat... )
Run. Fast as you can for he is the spawn of Satan.

But realised I couldn't be bothered.

( Instead, I'm re-posting the following about the politics of killing animals for fun. It's from Ricky Gervais - don't let that put you off for it is made of win. )

Anyone know who the food wanker in question is? Just so I know where to aim?

ETA: Found it. Giles Coren. Wow. What a loathsome excuse for a human being, but deeply gratifying to see that the majority of commentators are as appalled as me. Arrogant little tosser. ::sigh:: Well that's put me right off  watching Supersizers again.

This

and this

Make my day.


I've been working on the rewrites and edits for Entanglement; already made one BIG O:! change, which is good, a huge improvement.

In other news, cold and wet is, once again, our world. ::stares out of window at the rain:: Best put the hosepipe away then and get out the beer traps. What were those strange, bright days? That was Summer my friend. Oh. OK. So, is it winter again now? ::checks watch:: The sixth of June, ::nods sadly:: I think, mayhap, it is.

Another three am awakening; all this light in the morning is disturbing my sleep sommat awful. ::reaches for coffee:: Ah me. Back to work I think. So much still to do, it's frightening.

See the silly stoat.

Mark always finds the best vids. *G*

I luvs donkeys I do ::grins stupidly::

We have Mr. Brabiner the sweep here, always an entertaining experience. When he's done, I have to journey to the next village to dry throws at the laundrette, then the double glazing guys will come to fit a new back door at huge expense. It's all go here. ::is practically dead of the excitement. That or the sarcasm::