Alex and I were having a conversation last night and we again got onto the subject of "why the doctors receptionists hate me". Oh yes; Alex has been invited for a flu jab but I haven't. (Influenza - do you think that sounds like a city in a sci-fi film? "We must get to Influenza and tell the King!" Anyway). Alex thinks it's likely that the receptionists saw my letter and shredded it, cackling menacingly all the while.

That was a pointless introduction to a relatively pointless point. A point without a point...what a dissatified point that point must be.

Yes. Alex thinks that the reason the doctors receptionists hate me is because I am like George Bush. He says I go in there expecting trouble and get all "where are the WMDs, sons of bitches???" on them, and he has to stand behind me like Tony Blair, nodding sagely and offering his support.

People I have seen today, who I have found interesting:

Woman in pub with very thin face and large lips, sitting in non-smoking area, glancing nervously over her shoulder towards the bar (or bat, as I originally typed...there should be more bats in bars) and trying to smoke a roll up without being noticed, like the worlds oldest and most haggard tarty naughty schoolgirl.

The most stressed out man: waiting in his car at some traffic lights, with both hands clasped to sides of his head and both of his little fingers in his mouth. (Note to people in cars*: you may be suprised, but us outside people CAN SEE YOU!!! It's amazing how many people don't realise this).

*Orginally typed "people in cats". I like my fingers today, my fingers are causing some very good mental images. Also, my tired brain just told me to type "fingers in cats", which would be a good addition to my fetish porn site**.

**Fetish porn site: we're adding a new section, inspired by Rod Hull. Alex and I were wondering what Emu is doing with himself, seeing as Rod managed to fall of his roof. I speculated that Emu would be dead. Alex thinks that Emu is in a box somewhere, rotting. We eventually agreed that Emu is still on Rods arm, leading to a conversation about necrophiliac animal fisting: DEAD PEOPLE FIST DEAD BIRDS. The site is really coming together.

I really have waffled on here...birds-eye potato waffled...I'm waffly versatile.