An email arrived from my landlady. Some kind of boiler inspection is forthcoming. Joy of joys; my mood was not dragged from lethargy and clock-watching, and on returning home I slumped into a heap on the sofa rather than deal with the kind of bedroom you'd expect to see photographed by a whistleblower revealing the truth about "Britain's Worst Laundrette".
Getting somewhat fed up with Twitter. This may not surprise the thousands of people whose own accounts and feeds lay dormant after initial interest. I have yet to decide on all the reasons why it has become rather tedious, although recent British "memes" related to domestic politics really has turned me completely off. How can UK politics be so tedious? There is numerous examples of "walled garden" activity, of users with little influence in the real world assuming they speak for thousands in the virtual one. I should know; the readership of this blog is not high enough yet for me to claim world-wide audiences even if occasional visitors to arrive from South Korea, Ireland, and...er...the House of Commons.
A topic to return to later, I suspect.
Up until this weekend, whenever pub or workplace conversations turned to "worst football songs ever" - and every month or so, they tend to reach such topics - I would always suggest with the predictability of a cracker joke the uninspiring dross that was the Embrace/Spice Girls/Echo and The Bunnymen disaster from 2006. Oh, Euro2006, will your consequential ripples stop flowing through history?
Anyhoo, turns out this auto-response will have to be updated. For reasons unknown - and it may take time to find any with credibility - a former X-Factor loser has written a stirring anthem for the upcoming Carling Cup match against Man Utd. Now, given that the song is called "Championee" - as a friend points out, the Spanish for "mushroom" - and no team has ever before been prompted to mark the league cup with an official song, you may be getting the slight hint that the finished product is rather second rate.
It's not even that. It's barely a Eurovision song, never mind a future terrace chant favourite. Which, with depressing predictability, is exactly what the writers suggest it will become.
So, then, here it is. I am sure all other teams, not least Birmingham and Wolves, are eagerly downloading this in anticipation of the Utd victory...