disjointed and vaguely social-bloggish, because it's more fun than answering comments.

There's only one reason for plastic push-fit pipe to be provided in coils, which you have to warm up and straighten out: wank jokes. Oh yeah, baby. It's all in the wrist action.

Janni, I never did take tapes apart, although a mate of mine used to do it all the time, even when they weren't broken. ^^;; I tended to just dub it off a friend if mine died, or give up entirely: I still need to buy a new copy of OK Computer (have it all on mp3, but it's just not the same). My records used to be in alphabetical-chronological, too - vinyl still is, and, yes, sacrosanct, and tapes also in complete disarray - but with the singles and NME/Select/Vox/Q/Uncut (me? bought too many music magazines? never.) compilations all neatly sorted somewhere else. Also: Sanskrit. Cuneiform. Estonian. Stupid languages, stop being so alluring.

Ohdearlord, Antonio/Bassanio slash. Dude. I love people so much. (Blokes in class currently inspiring Boundless! Love! because they're such stars. You know it's Boundless Love when you agree to copy an Ocean fucking Colour "we play REAL music! On REAL Guitars! Hewn out of WOOD!" Scene record for someone.)

The Universal Utilitarians are quite clearly using those 'what's your belief system?' quizzes in order to recruit more people into their sick&twisted cultish organisation. And I say this from the informed position of someone who calls her Quaker friends cult members. James Naylor, dammit. Cult member if I ever read of one (they've changed since the seventeenth century, you say? don't nitpick my irrational prejudices).

I'm doing guttering! Guttering! It is The Best Fun. Especially when you've a corgi drill to play with.