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Just as I was about to congratulate myself on (this week at least) avoiding references to war, nuclear holocaust and Bush's slow death due to anal ripping, I come across this helpful little site. It's a cut-out-and keep guide to surviving a dirty bomb attack. It's Arf!-alicious...

In Other News, my attention has again been drawn to a certain Johann Hari whose path has crossed mine on several occasions (we were at uni at the same time). Although the man appears to have done exceptionally well for himself, this has not prevented merciless popbitchers from comparing him to a gimp with Downs Syndrome. The following is a delightful episode which was also related in the same post. Its veracity is unattested...

Johann texted a friend of his (i believe the correct terminology to be "fuckbuddy") with the message "5 o'clock. your cock. my mouth."
A few minutes later the reply comes saying "I think you have got the wrong person, my dear boy". It was from Boris Johnson.

Although not a particularly a fan of his columns in Varsity, I've revised my opinion considerably since reading his stuff for the Guardian and The Independent. I didn't catch it at the time, but this article is one of the funniest I've read on Neo-Nazis and Muslim Fundamentalists.

And that's probably it for today. I would write more, but am still hung over from Flash's wine-drenched party, in which the astonishing topic of Icelandic Matronymics came up. And I've got to start writing an opera (the libretto not the music). Busy weekend ahead, methinks...