Song for summer.

• To the polls, ye sons of freedom. The comments are as predicted.

• Crotch to air missiles.

A heartwarming afternoon down the pub yesterday with seph_hazard. I came to the realisation that my life is unutterably dull (attempting to tell of the latest Wikimedia well of stupid was like describing a D&D campaign) and I need to try harder to get out more. Feel like meeting up? Comment or email.

(Mind you, Freda was whinging that daddy was away for four hours. 0wnz0r3d!)

arkady, Freda and I plan to hit the Pembury whenever we get our shit together. Beer festival!