Digital purgatory.

• Somehow, I don't think you thought your cunning plan all the way through.

• Internet Fatty Toasted Sandwich.

• A George Carlin HBO special on death from earlier this year. Fun with computer address books!

• Wikipedia wins again.

steer has sent me a replacement MP3 player! Despite the different case, it's the same beloved brain-damaged Z80-based S1 Actions chipset (that pissed him off too much to tolerate using it) as my old one. With 4GB instead of two! And a speaker, so Freda can make it make noise when she chews on it! And an even worse and more confusing arrangement of interface buttons that would make anyone else but me want to smash it into tiny little pieces with a toffee hammer! I am enormously happy. Thank you, sir!

Freda had her first MMR jab Friday, and by crikey immune-response nappies reek. Measles is of course now actively present in London, because MMR uptake is now 72% and immunisations in general have fallen below 90% — herd immunity level is 95% — because of a general fear of vaccines, as people slowly forget that the diseases they protect against are actually worse and new doctors have no experience of or training in the diseases in question. So giving your kid all possible shots as soon as possible is now vitally necessary, and immune-response icky feeling and shits go great with teething and growing pains. Thank you Andrew Wakefield, you fraudulent cockmongler.

Freda was playing with redcountess' purse yesterday and managed to get the credit card out. Nothing else, just that. Well done!