Happy Birthday, bookwormsarah ! Hope you have been having a nice day. Sadly, I could not fic for you, but have written a WW pome instead: Jed Bartlet was a president A president was he He...their lives Saved all their lives, did he Cuz he’s the Secret Service man Sent from the Treasury And this Administration Though very sorely tried Worked hard to help the people And only sometimes lie

So, you all remember that part where Katie and I get our groceries delivered by Sainsbury’s, right? Actually, surveying the evidence at hand, I should probably say that Katie and I get our groceries “delivered”...Like a star in a nativity Wandering aimlessly, blind To the search inside its mind For individuality (Which subsequently I feared might be harsh, though she seemed to quite enjoy it!) * Metaphorically

♥ I hope the Lords do vote not to pass the proposed legislation which will make it possible to hold people without charge for up to 42 days . I will be so ashamed of my country if this becomes law. ♥...First I lied about you and melon (Because you don't dislike melon) But then I compounded This confounded untruth By being uncouth And not singing 'Ring-a-ling' Or more to the point 'Happy Birthday!

There were a couple of hilarious items worthy of note on my way in to work this morning, however I would just like to share the fact that last night on the train I read The Duke and I and didn’t care who...it’s shallow, I know I seem unfair But frankly all I yearn to know’s the colour of my hair -- And on that note, I was looking in the mirror this morning and you know what? It definitely isn’t blonde

O Mnemosyne I must confess That every day brings less and less The mem'ries that o'er time I stored Is there something I have done? Some fleeting prize I have not won? Of my sweet past did you grow bored...strike a chord? Cuz frankly, darling, I am fucked Out of my head all thoughts are plucked I can't remember anything And of this woe I cannot sing And Katie's getting really mad And I am getting really sa

When there’s woe across the universe And life seems really most perverse When the situation’s looking bitter And the hedgerow’s bleak and full of litter When all around there’s gloom and doom And one fears th’economy ne’er will boom Stand back! Watch out! Goes out the shout… It’s true! No whim! It’s SuperPim!

Hel N She is great, fantastic, eve N Though she’s not a one for mel N Her tax party stories are really leg N Dary, though not as much as her hev N Ly tales of dislocated hips

E.M.O. That’s how she likes to go Not E.M.I. That really wouldn’t fly Nor E.M.A. She wouldn’t come to play Just E.M.O. A fingerless, stripy ho

Given that it is, as Xanthe reliably informs me, National Poetry Day, I thought I would write a pome and share it with you. One day God (Sitting on a log) Thought “I’ll have some fun And create a sun... Thought, with quite a curse “A fucking universe!” So now God (Far away from the log) Creates new worlds (And lots of girls) Only God (Back on the log) Thinks “Still like to see What dude made me.

♥ Narrative The weekend. Started out rage-filled, with various annoying things which I am now over and don't particularly wish to revisit. Made it to Oxford, and spent the day with Catherine and David...a bitch and then you die" is the nihilist mantra of the disenchanted and disappointed who have given up belief in God and think that leaves life a vacuous tragicomedy. - Atheism, by Julian Baggini