Traffic is pretty pants today, this may be a 'sorry I'm late' day. Ah well.
I wonder do people who study journalism think 'some day I'm going to write about Louis Walsh and a bunch of desperate barely talented pub singers.' I know I shouldn't read the metro herald but like I said, traffic is bad. How can quoting Twitter count as investigative reporting. And then there is the letters page which allows every halfway with an reasoned opinion a voice to air it. It's like Joe Duffy in print format.
Guy in front of me is listening to Appetite For Destruction by Guns n Roses. Great album but surely a sign that I'm getting old is that I'm thinking its too early in the morning for that kind of thing.
Today date is 11:11:11. I want to make a joke about whatever number that represents in binary because I'm a bit of nerd, but obviously not nerdy enough because I can't remember what number it is. Is it any wonder I flunked my commercial computingcourse all those years ago.
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