I've defected to Billericay.  It's loads more fun than the Bentwood for some reason, perhaps it's the lack of legions of the White Shirted Wanker and a seemingly more indie theme.  All the pubs are nice.  At least two of them seem to have the poor imitation of Milkdrop (windows media player visualisation) playing on their widescreens.  It's only a matter of time before I get the whole of Essex hypnotized by Milkdrop.  Chad played Queen Greatest Hits 2 especially for Martin on the way home.  I could smell the burning of Mercedes leather.  One of the most amusing things what happened was some bird kicking my crutch and saying "OOoo sorry for rubbing my foot on your crotch, that is how you pronounce it right?"   I'll never wash again. 

In other news, the new PM of Australiaiaialala is Paul O'Grady: 

Rock & roll!