Today is Pancake Day, and tonight I will be performing my yearly ritual of making pancakes for the three of us.

Now what I want to know is how many of you our there can actually make pancakes, and turn them over in the traditional way, i.e. propelling them into the air and getting them to land back in the pan with no sticking to the ceiling, hitting the floor or landing on the cat.

Yes, I want to know how good you are at tossing pancakes.

I am brilliant at it.

Which will come as a surprise to no one.

How about you?

I don’t read many papers. I got fed up with the way they all told me what to think about the news they were passing on. “Ban this sick game” when it should of read “Game complaints rise” or something, “Stamp out this evil drug” when a violent criminal stabs someone when off their face on skunk, that sort of thing.

I mean just tell me what has happened and let me make up my own mind eh?

That’s why I like reading the Metro, it doesn’t tell me what opinion to have even though it is rather biased on the travel page “London Transport is fantastic and getting better” Hmmm. Well that is because it is distributed in the tube and rail stations so it has to be nice to the hand that feeds it.

Anyway, I saw this morning that some Spanish motor racing fans had hurled racist abuse at Lewis Hamilton during the F1 test session in Spain. Some even “blacked up” and wore wigs. This is unforgivable and stupid beyond belief. I don’t need a paper to tell me that.

The metro said that the FIA were considering sanctions, the Sun (glimpsed over someone’s shoulder on the packed tube) was running a headline along the lines of “Punish these racist bastards!”

I find the Sun going on about racism rather strange personally.

And its all got to go somewhere!

Blimey.

The practicalities of ending a relationship are a bit fecking annoying, once you have waded through all the maddness of the emotional wossname.

Where the fuck did I get so many distortion pedals! and lets not talk about the other pedals.

And the CD's and the.....other stuff!

When your not expecting to have to move, its amazing the stuff you actually have that makes you think "Why!?"

Maybe a big skip and a shovel are needed.

Oh well.

Sitting here smutting up various people around blogworld, I thought to myself what a wonderful world "have I gone deaf?"

But no.

You see when I thought, about an hour ago, about putting the fecking radio on for a bit of classic rock, I should have actually got up and fecking done it.

What a twat.

That, my dear friends, is the danger of red wine.

Makes you lazy and deaf. No not deaf. Just lazy.

and bingo was his name. Oh.