Computer World *

Thanks to Darren, I found out that yesterday was World Shutdown Day, as thought up by a bunch of middle-class do-gooder computer geeks. We use computers too much, too much social networking and not enough socialising, they say. Their plan was to go out and clean up parks and stuff instead of starting up their computers. Did we all follow suit, then? Did we fuck! We took this guy's advice and had a World Don't Tell Me What To Do Day instead.

*Kraftwerk

Moving *

And so it came to pass that I moved house this week - but not without incident. The incidents in question are all rather tedious, but can I just say ... estate agents really can be a bunch of cunts! As I was taking the last of my stuff out of Brockley, new tenant was moving his stuff in and taking delivery of a "table and chairs" as he put it to me on arriving. As he also said last week when viewing the flat, it wasn't he himself who was moving in but "a couple of lads" who were "coming over" to work at the same building firm. Strange then that I think I counted three new single beds being brought in by the people delivering the "table and chairs" which will go along with the double and single beds which come with the flat. Also strange was the shame/embarrassment on his face when could see me wondering what the fuck was going on. Anyway, I'm sure that the 5 or 6 Polish builders who are now living in the flat were really like it - even if it does get rather crowded.

So, on to new gaff - back to my spiritual home of SE14. Arriving just as I was unloading the last car-load of my gear was - with new hair-do, trousers and rubber gloves (no smutty remarks, YP) - JJ. She then completely took over - thank fuck, cos otherwise I would have simply slumped on a chair, cried, slept and done nothing to get things sorted. The upshot of her amazing work is that I have a fully functioning and spotless kitchen and, thanks to her advice/suggestions/orders *(delete as appropriate) I also now know where my computer, stereo, TV and other stuff will be going. Then we had to stop doing housey stuff as drink had to be drunk and food had to be eaten. I can heartily recommend the Tas chain of Turkish restaurants. As I returned home alone (after popping in to see the boy who, along with his mate, took the piss out of me for the whole time I was there - fully deserved, btw) I sat with book and then paused to send txt to JJ. Just then, visitor appears from under the front door and scurries away again as I get up to throw something at it. A look at the Robert Dyas website gives me idea to visit the shop later and purchase a rat/mouse/pest repellent, which plugs in and sends out high-pitched sound to keep the blighters away. Anyone know if these things work?

*Supergrass

Safety *

Words I never thought I'd ever say or write: There's a good piece over at Spiked online magazine on the habit of some Chelsea fans of throwing celery on the pitch.

There, said it now!

Btw, some of the fans have already been banned since this article was written last week.

*Richmond Fontaine