bee feast

Suspected suicide bomber shot in Stockwell. "He looked like a cornered rabbit, a cornered fox."

New York cops show solidarity by commencing random bag searches on the subway.

Guy responds, not unreasonably, by designing and selling t-shirts saying 'I do not consent to being searched'. We'll have all our civil liberties back by Christmas, anyway.

One of yesterday's four suspects seen on CCTV wearing a sweatshirt with NEW YORK in big letters. (Presumably it said 'NOW YOU' underneath in reeeeeeally little letters?)


Meanwhile Lancaster Tonight reports all the comfortingly banal Local Stuff. Pull up a cuppa, luv.

Idiots dump double mattress in P's garden (hoiked it over from the college grounds) preventing postie access.

Other idiot measly landlord of empty student house allows thorny forest to grow rampant, preventing postie access.

Idiots across the alley leave sweet, terribly timid lurcher chained up in back yard where she whines and howls and gets stuck under the gate.


Dog stands with feet on windowsill watching intently as I feed one of his bacon-flavour rasher things to neglected lurcher.

Thing goes down a storm.

Certain Sweet Individuals (hereafter known as CSI, obviously) continue to astonish and delight me with their sweetness, patience and general conspicuous coolitude.


Coming up at 8.30: ah, who cares.