Wot... no apocalypse?

So.. the world didn't end, no fire and Brimstone - no four horsemen, no rapture - just spicy potato wedges, and too many cups of tea.

I don't know what it is about Saturdays ( well... I do ) but despite all my good intentions - I'm always too tired to do anything - and when I'm tired I'm bad tempered - which is why it's best not to do anything.

I have stacks to do - an opportunity has come up at work that is very interesting... but very hard work ( if it comes my way ) - and a couple of good freelance work opportunities have come up - they may not materialise ( they never really do ) but they sound right up my street and the timing might work out too, for a change.

Next week is the last week of the final half term and will be busy and stressful - and then it's getting all the shows together - which will be worse, full on until the middle of July.

Had to water the garden twice today - no rain in weeks and weeks now - the rest of the country is getting it, but not this tip of the South Coast, in the last couple of days the garden has been over taken by Docks and some other spindly weeks that seem to like the dry conditions - everything else is in a pretty desperate state.

The Twitter superinjunction rumbles on to what can be safely predicted as a fairly obvious conclusion - I don't actually know anyone who cannot identify all the major players, you don't even have to google. On the radio today it was suggested that the newspapers themselves are using Twitter to circumvent the injunction, creating false accounts to spread stories - very possible, they are already adding enough really obvious clues to their stories., they might as well just give up.... football player shags tart... it's hardly the end of the world, is it...