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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Today would seem like just the right time to celebrate the glory of the month of March and all its resplendent splendour, and so we'll do that now: March, hurrah. Not only is it the month of St Patrick's Day, Easter, spring time, Comic Relief and Big Brother Derek's birthday (my big brother, that is, not some deluded reality show contestant) - all of them religious holidays in their own right - but it's also the month where my Angel calendar shows Wesley for a full 31 days. That can only be a sign of good things. I expect world peace and an end to hunger will break out in a bit, and then we'll have nothing more to worry about.

That said, I can find nothing to celebrate about today. It's all a bit grey and dull and boring and it's hard to find anything to be either giddy or excited about. Sure, I spent an hour on the phone this morning talking to someone who's just fallen in love with Firefly the television show, and quite rightly feels like I've changed their lives for the better. Certainly, myself and Bobby have reached some kind of break through in our relationship, because when I told him to GET DOWN off the sofa, he immediately did, and then just as immediately stayed down, rather than jumping back up in celebration like he usually does. And of course, there's that lottery win I've just found out about that means that, once the money comes through, I'll never have to work a day in my life again, everyone on earth will be my slaves and I will start to breed a super race that will eventually outnumber earthlings, killing you all and leaving me to rule them with an unsteady and uneven hand and there's nothing you can do about it.

But today. Pah. I don't seem to be able to muster up the energy to celebrate.


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