Sunday

Much cooler, very windy and overcast. The dogs have already been walked and I'm listening to a rather fruity church service on Radio 4 from Salford media City - the new home of big chunks of the BBC. I swear that the priest just gave a reading from 'Falopians Chapter 4'.

I don't understand the fuss about the BBC move to Manchester - so may London Centric types bleating about being just under 2 hours away from their leafy Pimlico streets - Manchester is a great city - it's hardly any real distance and the new media city is brilliant - don't like it? - Don't go - let someone else have your job.

The papers are pretty dull, unless you are actually interested in Wayne Rooney having a hair transplant - losing his hair is the only thing that makes him look less backward than he already he - getting it back will make him look like a vain troll again. Apparently, last night was the final of 'Britain's Got talent' - one of the joys of not having a TV is that I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS ACTUALLY ON!!!

In other news - my experiment with Cosmic Ordering has born fruit - I won £3.30 on the Euro Lottery - apart from being the only time in my life I've ever actually won anything ( apart from a plaster statue of St Theresa at school and a compost bin from the local council in a raffle ) - it must mark the start in a change in my luck. Of course, it's still £79, 996.70 short of the amount I need to buy this - but apparently if I keep banging on about it constantly for a while - it will magically happen.... not too sure how... but that's the plan. I'm already booking the removals van and have chosen curtains... honest...

Right - omellete, toast and coffee! - Cosmically ordered from the kitchen gimp.