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Only this morning I thought to myself, I just don't have enough similar blue daps.

When we are in a position to turn down a Tony Barton type, we certainly won't be looking at Pearson. Please don't put stuff in here that diminishes Tony Barton, it makes me sad.

Fair play to tory MP Jacob Rees Mogg, he was just asked on Newsnight what he thought of Boris's lies on things like the EU banning bunches of bananas and he stated everything Boris has said has been demonstrably true. So there you have it, from Boris and Jacob, it is illegal to sell more than three bananas at a time if they are physically connected. He then went on to invoke the spectre of Charlemagne, Charles the Great of the Franks for trying to unite europe in 800AD. They are all unhinged.

My neighbour has a car that is used exclusively to reserve the space outside his house. He has a big metallic pick up thing. He sits in it staring in the mirror, wifey appears from around the garage in a VW, he leaves she parks up VW for the day. In the evening at a given time, she runs out, sits in the VW staring in the mirror. Pickup appears, VW put back in garage for the night. Locally, that VW is known by others in the street as 'the bollard'. To be clear, if she goes out in the day time, she uses her Ford Fiesta. I think I'm quite lucky, I find that sort of thing funny, rather than drip drip torture.

I've just had a very quick first meeting (more a hand shake and see ya soon, really) with a firm of concept architects.....four blokes, every one of them had a funky beard. I guess the clue was in the words 'concept architects'.

never leave the house anymore

there's also a volume 2...

I have perma stubble. Looks fairly clean shaven from a distance, but prickles against your inner thigh.

I thought David Milliband put in a solid middle of the road performance. If you can forget his total lack of presence back in the day, last night he actually came over as a fairly reasonable middle of the road politician, not foaming at the mouth and spouting crazy stuff about hitler banana wars. He was calm. Caroline Lucas, you've got to love her. She just wants everyone to be nice. If we just all like each other it'll all be ok. A few million extra people in the UK, that's ok there'll be loads of room because we're getting rid of the motorways. I nearly turned the channel over when within 5 minutes of the programme starting the UKIP woman 'guaranteed' good jobs for all degree students if they voted leave. It's that level of hype on both sides that's just creating a farce. I presume the tory hippy was the real life character that Stewart Pearson in The Thick Of It was based on? Spouting tory slanted new age wealthy connected hippy world citizen crap. David Davis came over as a bit smug a couple of times, he isn't usually like that, he's usually very good at appearing normal. I didn't know who sweaty head woman was, probably just some bigot. But yes, I think that venue had the bar open for a good hour before the show started.

to be fair, he has got some in that emergency breakglass box

Yep, it's the cheesey hand overs (oh er) and the nodding of the presenters that I like when the news is jumping from country to country. That nice lady from Singapore does like an exaggerated nod. The stilted style makes me feel smug at how sophisticated and slick we are in the UK. Then I watch our own news, the format is superior, the links are superior, the background news room is superior. But then the actual news content for us is Boris swinging from a double decker bus waving a pasty and shouting nonsense. HardTalk is good.

Literally minutes ago, someone sent me a picture, three of us had a conversation about it, I bumped it to another person and they've joined in the chit chat. Last night I had a three way with my local councillor and a reporter from the BBC. Couldn't have been simpler. (You dirty minded bugger) Perhaps I'm missing something and looking at it on the wrong level of consciousness, couldn't be simpler.

This couldn't be much more petty minded but it genuinely put a really big grin across my face when the e-mail came in: We were stiffed on a tender for some work. We put a lot of resource in to helping a project management company win a project and then they gave us the kiss off and announced they'd be doing it in house. Well they've right royally **** it all up.

Costa Rica, Bhutan, Croatia and the Polish seaside mentioned so far on this page. Looks like my next trip out will be Berwick Upon Tweed sort of area. Country cottage stylee. I don't really do countryside and I don't really do country cottage stylee. If I pretend we're lying low in a safe house, that should get me through a couple of days. Then I can see myself needing a drive to Edinburgh just to see 'something'.

You must have quite small hands to be able to get one in a Pringles tube and grab pringles. Or I guess you may have evolved a specialist Pringles hand, like Jeremy Beadle. Either way, I do like a man with small hands.

On the news yesterday evening, a piece about the struggles of Twitter. A big company but struggling to maintain the stratospheric growth that disguises another flawed business model. Now I understand that story, and I understand some people do or don't like or use social media. Each to their own. But the reason cited for twitter stalling and the reason shown on the vox pops they did was that twitter was too difficult to work out, too complicated, not quick enough or accessible enough. What? I'm no social media guru and I'm no i.t. expert, but I'm not sure how it could be simpler? See food in restaurant. Take smart phone from pocket. Take photo of food. Phone prompts 'post to twitter', you tap 'yes'. Sat on toilet. Take phone from pocket. Tap twitter icon, type 'I am having a poo'. Tap 'post'. People might not want to do that, but I can't believe the twitter process is 'too difficult'.

City Arms, Cardiff. A pint of Brains Black Stout. Super Furry Animals on the jukebox singing songs about drinking in the City Arms. Unbeatable combo.

I think this is the one @limpid was referencing the other day, the one that advertises that it actually has coffee in it. One of the guys here drinks it and it does have a good punchy coffee aroma, I'll be fair. If it tastes like it smells then it's grand.

Having put some miles on the clock up and down the motorways, I've got to the sad point now where I know to drive past some services because the coffee in the next one is better, even though they might both be Costa. Newbury used to be an excellent coffee, but it's straight past and on to Reading these days. Much better.

Mies Van Der Rohe was the name I was struggling for, got it once you mentioned Gropius. LMVDR's work is just superb, just breathtaking. The SIS building will be described as post modern because it has one red column and some green bits stuck on. Personally, I think the density and shapes make it Post Deco, but as their's no such niche I guess I'll have to admit defeat. Anyway, Brum Library:

Hmmm, without going all googly I can't think of anything Bauhaus in the UK? (there's bound to be something utterly famous now isn't there) I think Bauhaus stayed quite, German. But we really are getting in to niche naming of categories now. I can spot an art deco thing quite easily without being able to fully describe art deco. I'd struggle a bit more on Bauhaus other than thinking it looked like really early modernism. Absolute mental blank on architect's names right now. I'd be great on Mastermind. Which is embarrassing because I once did 5,000 words on Isokon, which sort of wraps them all up together. Isokon might be my all time fave building.

We've strayed OT, yes lots of Art Deco is white or Miami pastel colours. But it doesn't have to be. The largest art deco building in the UK is red brown brick with an inflatable pig. My house is Art Deco period with some funky deco stained glass and that's also red brick.

I'd replace all the ink cartridges in my printer, whether they needed it or not. If I still had money left then I'd demolish the house across the road from mine, so I'd have sea views without having to stand on the bed.