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Mark‘s new hobby – signing onto AIM, saying hi and then ignoring everyone for hours while he stares at the ceiling. Plus he smells kind of rank.

Question: Is this man (Pete) absolutely stunning? No, I am afraid you answered incorrectly. The correct answer was yes. Because you answered incorrectly, you will now be fed to Carl, The Big Mean Bunny. Which reminds me. If you find a pic of Carl online, please e-mail it to me. I need one.

I’m not linking to this. You didn’t see me link to it. Ok? It’s like a secret or something. Don’t link to it either: Michael.

The website for people who went to my school is an absolute piece of crap. More importantly it just doesn’t work on a Mac… I give you: Old Norvicensians’ Club.

Last night’s tremendous thunderstorm really feels like it has cleaned out the air. Everything this morning is much fresher and more pleasant. I would, however, like some sun back if at all possible. This doesn’t stop me, however, feeling exhausted by the amount of stuff that I have had to get through this week. I’ve had interviews, meetings, mock-ups to build, reviews to write, and I still have two substantial things that must be done before I go up to Norfolk this afternoon to help my family buy my brother a computer.

Disappointed much? “Channel 4 has pulled a one-off special of its highly controversial Brass Eye series which is believed to have centred on the media’s treatment of paedophiles.”

It is, as they say, enough to make you spit: BBC News.

I have just read with great interest Matt’s take on Jason‘s thoughts on ‘weblog as slice’. There are many things I feel I could contribute to the discussion, but perhaps the most important is that however ‘poncy’ the winebar was, it was young Matthew’s choice. Slap!

Preview pages from a Grant Morrison New X-men Annual? Grant Morrison is doing annuals? That’s something I wasn’t expecting… [via the linkmachine]

I may just have had the worst interview of my life over at the BBC. First came a whole range of tests – the vast majority of which seemed unbelievably simple. Then there was the interview proper where I somehow managed to talk absolute and total bollocks for thirty minutes, with the people concerned noting down each and every stupid thing I said. I find myself mildly depressed by my clumsiness.