Le oink.

Greetings and salutations from the newly crowned Swine Flu capital of the universe – if that doesn’t go on the Victorian license plates there is something wrong. Tonight at the supermarket I watched a man buy a crate of tissues, and last weekend at Doncaster there were people wandering around the shopping centre with masks on. In this humble hobbit’s opinion, the world has gone a bit mad. Although, am very amused at the suggestion that the best way to see if you have the swine flu is to set yourself on fire and see if you can smell bacon.

The interwebs have been tres amusing this week:

Thanks to my co-president in all important things Courtney for finding my new catchphrase for the week. Am going to take that to work tomorrow and see how many people I can annoy with it.

Thanks also to the Divine Miss Em, (who first alerted me to this), emailed me another fabulous distraction yesterday.  Just when I thought Monty Python couldn’t get any funnier…

And finally, because I am very proud of it, here is the first line of whatever it is that I’m writing now.

Lily stood alone in the lift, clutching her coffee with both hands as if it was the only thing keeping her alive (which, in her hungover state it probably was) and wondered if murder was still illegal if the victim was a complete bitch.

I’m really very pleased with that. So pleased in fact that I spent today watching the third season of The Mighty Boosh and the second season of Doctor Who and am now feeling very happy with the world.