:: Cool it, bi-yatches! ::

I arrived home to discover pools of water on the kitchen floor and a new fridge-freezer in position. Sadly the old one was still there (hence the defrosted dampness) and loaded with a sad collection of once-frozen-twice-shy foodstuffs. I pulled open the new BEKO (Turkey's finest) to find that it wasn't on and most of the interior was still plastic-wrapped. Gawain J obviously hadn't had time to deal with it in his busy lunching schedule so I gave it a quick wipe out, turned it on and transfered the few salvageable items from the incontinent old one. I have yet to discover if the thing is still going, but I have no reason to believe it will have given up the ghost by the time I get home. Yay! Now the trips to Iceland to buy pikey reconstituted potato shapey things can recommence...

On another bright note, Taxloss has at last posted photos of his sojourn in Amsterdam. By the look of things he and Hypatia spent much of their time sleeping and fondling his sister's cats...

The sorry story of David Blaine gets more tedious by the day. Having reported on Tuesday that attempts had been made to distract "the world's greatest showman" (and prevent him from sleeping), I now read that his girlfriend, the delightfully named Manon von Gerkan, has taken revenge on the egg-throwers. Somewhat predictably, the slack jawed gonk has also been the subject of this week's BBC caption competition.

The final piece of exciting news is that the flyer is ready for Shakers Re-Stirred (play I'm directing in October). Book those tickets now!