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Sod it! Call me a curmudgeonly old c**t if you like...

I nodded off quite early tonight. Then, just after midnight was awoken by loud music somewhere. Strange, I thought, all our students have gone and it's been peaceful for several weeks, so I went outside to have a listen and found it must be a college ball. Sure enough, after a little searching, I found this:

Welcome!

Come to LMH's Ball, the theme of which this year celebrates the best of British! That's not just the 'same-old' aristocratic Wilde&Waugh take on things...

Yes, we all love Brideshead, but we shall revisit so much more: everything from Medieval chivalry, through Shakespeare thesping and the days of the Virgin Queen, saying Cooeee to Georgian and Victorian pomp, via the Fun-times Forties, Swinging Sixties, Punky Seventies, and Day-Glo Eighties, all the way up to modern day ASBO Britain.

Yes, give them all an ASBO. Why do they have to start their outdoor music at midnight?

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I suppose it's probably a very long time since The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists was required reading for a Labour minister. And maybe my initial calculations are wrong on the "budget"...

But am I right in thinking that those of us who labour all our lives but can't afford to buy a home are now going to be paying more in tax than the rack landlord on his buy to let investment he's fleecing us to occupy? In another era even the most liberal of economists would have recognized this as robbery of the returns to labour.

Nice one Dahling! New Labour, New Rentier.

You know when you try and do something nice and someone just fucks it up.

A couple of weeks ago I bought a load of plants to put in a border at the front of my block in halls. It's a space that has been abused for several years now with people parking on and damaging the verge. Anyway, when I started digging I found the ground useless, so waited till today when I got some topsoil delivered.

And what did I find when I went to fetch the plants out from next to my back door - three of them had been nicked.

Bastards. If you're reading this and it was you - you can leave them outside my flat again and I'll not say anything. But I hope you're proud of your thieving - I couldn't even get the same ones again when I went back to the garden centre today to replace them. Oh and don't worry about the single gardening glove you must have also taken. I did manage to replace those.

Onanist bastard.

By the way - if anyone knows anything about fungi - are these pictures below just ordinary field mushrooms, and therefore pretty safe to eat?

Just a little tangential information for Mr George "Heres my comeback on the road again" Osborne who's biggin it up in Japan at the moment.

If the UK were at the same population density as Japan, we'd have space for some 22 million additional inhabitants to come and work our economy!

Oh, and I reckon we'll have the wrong kind of leaves for Mag-lev.