Anonymous comments.

[slemslempike]

Hello. It is quite early, isn't it? Maybe not for you. It is for me though, I don't like to interfere too much with these happenings of the morning. The gasman cometh, though, to make sure we are not in imminent danger of dying in an exciting gasball fire explosion. And I am here to make sure he has everything he needs. That probably entails offering to make him tea, but I'm not sure we have milk. Oh! Jen's milk arrives today, and I need to bring it in. Then at half past nine I must ring the doctor because my pills run out on Sunday night and this is not at all a good time for me to come off them.

Last night I had pie in which was contained wild boar sausages, black pudding, apple and sage. It was quite nice. I also forgot to defrost food so I can't take the mince thing to university to eat. It wasn't a very nice mince thing anyway, but food is not very easy. I have to go the minute I can, and then work all day. Last night I didn't sleep very well at all, not least because I realised that this time next week I'm supposed to be submitting.

Would you like to leave me some anonymous comments? Of course you would, it would be your pleasure to contribute some small source of pleasure into my long day of staring at a horrible draft and checking my email too often. You could, for example, leave me a comment instead of putting it on twitter. I am very resentful of twitter.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Hello! I have been awake since 5.30 because my sleep patterns are BEYOND FUCKED. I am now going to go to the local high street and buy supplies for making 'international society for the protection of dragons/george is a meanie-poo' t-shirts.

[(Anonymous)]

I had a dream last night which involved a lot of choral voices singing 'Nick Clegg' to the tune of the Pet Shop Boys' Go West. Do you think I am a Prophet of God, and if so what should I do about it?

[(Anonymous)]

What the f is with all these people asking people to tell them how they vote? What the f business is it of theirs, the smug twats assuming that it somehow reflects on them what other people do, and that it's their business. What happened to secret ballots?

[(Anonymous)]

If I had my way today would be cancelled. Not because of it being St Groggy's Day, but because I could do with a day off. The day would still exist, it would just have CANCELLED stamped on it in big letters and everyone would do happy things and selfish things just for themselves and it would be good.

[(Anonymous)]

If I were to put a comment on twitter today it would say: Gahh, I have already worked a 40-hour week and it's only 9.30am on Friday. BOO.

(except that I wouldn't, because my work colleagues read my twitter account)

I would probably also say: woohoo! new curtain poles!

(I might not be totally successfully anonymous today...)

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't notice it was St Thing's day. All I'm doing this morning is sneezing. I would like a second breakfast. Nick Clegg bores me.

[(Anonymous)]

It's 10:08 and I've already eaten a Twix. I love Friday.

[(Anonymous)]

Today I do not want to be a grown-up. I want to stay in bed, wrapped up in duvet and drink tea and read rubbish books from the library that make no demands on me whatsoever. Actually, I would rather like to do that for the whole weekend but I can't. And I want to sulk and stamp my feet and loudly proclaim that it isn't fair, not one bit.

Pie is good.

[(Anonymous)]

I think that you are beautiful and awesome.

[(Anonymous)]

I got a pension statement at work today and it is 38 years, 293 days until I get my pension. I have done always no work today - I have here in body but not in spirit. I am going to the airport at lunchtime and not coming back until Tuesday!

[(Anonymous)]

i wish i could sit up straight without having to concentrate on it all the time or slumping as soon as i forget

richard iii was underrated. he achieved all that history while slumping and it wasn't until shakespeare that anyone even noticed

apropos recaptcha - to quills

to horse! to arms! to quills!

once more unto the quills, dear friends, once more

run for the quills!

[(Anonymous)]

Would you hate me if I was going out with someone you hate? I wouldn't expect you to ever spend time with them or listen to me talk about them.