I had a fabulous weekend. I went down to Glastonbury for the festival, danced solidly from morn till night before poppin' a green Smartie. Instantly I was aware of the harmony in the universe and of the one true love which binds us all. I stayed up discussing theology with the Polyphonic Spree and Thom Yorke came to my tent for a cup of sugar. Nah, I didn't have to work at all.

[BtD] Diamanda Galas popped around for a cup of Shergar yesterday as she was feeling a little horse. Luckily I still had some left (I've used up the right side).

I had a cup of Camp coffee this morning. It was wearing pink spandex flares.

Spandex is a space age fabric made from astronauts.

I am totally normal as I am really enjoying reading the new Harry Potter.

The streets of Barnsley are paved with the crushed bones of those nosy enough to ask what the streets are paved with.

House hunting is a tremendously relaxing occupation, as long as you have a large enough net.