Have finally managed to re-set custard brain back in head after last week’s excesses. Wish book chapters had an attribute called [write_self] that I could attach to them. Trouble is those handlers would probably have a lot of overhead to actually get that running. I don’t have a million monkeys and an ice age to spare. Come to think of it, I don’t need the complete works of Shakespeare either, so I might as well just get on with it by self.

While I’ve been away, nothing of interest has happened at all. Depressing. Last time I was away, Bush decided to bomb Iraq because his dad didn’t finish the job a decade ago and our fire brigades decided to start striking. The closest thing to excitement last week was the regurgitation of ‘Black Rod’ jokes caused by the state opening of parliament (again).

The new James Bond film should be renamed ‘Died Another Death’ - unhappily it has become just another hollywood blockbuster kept afloat by tradition and a forty year legacy that is slandered with each new film. For a better film of a different kind, try Michael Moore’s Bowling for Columbine, proof as if any was needed that everyone in the US should be on Prozac at the very least