Ah, Wednesday is nearly at an end. Thank fuck. I've had to contend with a massive fucking headache (I blame bobbygeorge for mistakenly buying me a lager when I'm on a strict apples-only diet), my boss buggering off and leaving me to face marauding people moaning about typos and print deadlines all on my lonesome, the news that a Grand Final ticket will set me back a quite-frankly-ludicrous £32 and a rumbling stomach because I sacrificed buying breakfast this morning to get some fags in. But I've made it through, and I feel relieved.

This is my 4000th post, so I'm officially some kind of uber-nerd now. I would give some So-Solid Crew shout-outs to the good people, and tell you that I love you all deeply, but I can't be bothered and I'd miss someone good out and then I'd never forgive myself. Or, I wouldn't care but they'd never talk to me again. And a friend lost is one less person who can buy you a cider, kids, and is thus bad.

Here is something childish but funny for those who like cricket:

http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3UM9A1JK12T1Z1RXWFGUHAKYL Q

Have a good evening everyone

B xx