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What the merry heck???

A lunatic with a gun has gone on the rampage in Cumbria.

These are villages I know really well, it's the least likely place I can think of for something like this to happen. Tragic and horrible and bizarre.

ETA: The guy may have shot himself. Gods, this thing is horrific. ):


In other news, I have been striken by the Gods in the form of a very bad back. I'm in quite a ludicrous amount of pain and am not supposed to spend much time on the computer (looks shifty). The one good thing about this rather unpleasant state of affairs is the bad-ass drugs the lovely NHS has provided me with. They don't look like a carrot but have tended to make me extraordinarily high and this is by way of an advance apology for anything I might say or do for the next several days - it may not go well. You have been warned.

Shows himself to be made of the most pure and delightful awesome.

It was his only friend.

Alan Turing finally pardoned.


And now I really feel like watching Breaking the Code again. Alas I must work on my novel instead.

blasts from the sixties pasts today.

Police to re-examine the death of Brian Jones.

This was a bit of a shock - don't know why, I barely remember the chap, pretty much before even my extensive time but even so, a pop-culture icon to be sure, another piece of our collective history gone.

Simon Dee has died.

Bobby Robson has died

Beaten by the hand of god one last time. ::sigh::

Ah...

I really ought to get on and work now I think. I shall brew some coffee and turn off teh internets because it is too too amusingly distracting.

It's FRIDAY! people! But not yet, not really; not till that sun starts creeping to the yard arm. OK. Fix chapter 31, re-write 32 - 34, think you? Can it be done? Time (if it exists) shall tell. ::rolls sleeves. looks stern::

Gay Penguins split!

omg poor Pepper! I have a horrible hollow sad feeling, I wish I hadn't read that, it's quite spoiled my evening.

...by this. I'm a bad, bad person (but my massive ego means I never feel bad about it). I always knew that stuff was a load of bull.

Ah...  WEEKEND! MY lovelies and such a gorgeous one here in Lancashire. HOLIDAY WEEKEND for the delightful American peeps. Have a lovely one my loves, throw many shrimps on your barbies or whatever other strange and wonderful things you adorable people do on these occasions.

Right. More coffee, LJ, a quick workout then on! for I have a day to carpe, I hope you do too. XXX