"I laced my mini quiches with microbots."

♥ Life sucks. I hate the world. In the immortal words of Frankie Boyle [ed. no, apparently that was Fred Macauley], fucking booooo.

♥ Am off to Oxford this weekend, to see my young chum, Cath. The day has arrived when the train to Oxford is actually cheaper than the Tube. Huh.

♥ Pre-emptive birthday wishes to mchobson! Hope you have fun this evening, and tomorrow!

♥ I wrote an article for thelondonpaper's column thing. As shit as my life is at the moment, it is very likely to be rejected, so ( I present it forthwith. )

♥ Read this. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing, and makes me heart science and stuff SO MUCH.

I hate people.

So I was just reading this article, and one of the first comments was "[the British political process] produces a really vile social environment, people with dogs and drugs on the street, and a political leader who has NOT been voted into power."

For. Fuck's. Sake. When will people face up to the fact that, rightly or wrongly, the British constitution does not involve the election of a Prime Minister? WE DO NOT VOTE FOR THIS PERSON. WE NEVER HAVE DONE. WILL YOU PLEASE READ, LEARN, AND INWARDLY DIGEST THIS FACT!

We have a general election, which involves electing Members of Parliament. The person who is the leader of the majority party is then invited to form a government. This is the way it works. If you don't like it, fine, petition for reform. But stop whingeing about the fact that nobody voted for Gordon Brown. The Labour Party voted him into the party leadership, and that made him PM because the Labour Party is in Government. End of.

Edited to add: Also, I'm not quite sure what's wrong with people having dogs? Thoughts on a postcard, please...

“There exists a theoretical hypothetical parallel life…”

OK. Yes. Hormonal. Shit mood. Listened to this song which makes me vee happy on account of the total genius. People of the world my flist, go and listen!

Tim Minchin - If I Didn't Have You