Bin man evils

Not much sleep last night as poor Kerry suffered with some weird virus thing. Bin men came at the most inconvenient moment at breakfast so had to scramble the wheelie bin out to the collectors. Couldn't get over the evil look the bin man gave me. From the look of him he could only communicate in facial expressions from 'feeling angry, gonna murder your pet dog' to 'feeling psychotic, gonna cut you up good with Mr. Bleed-machine then eat my lips'.

Matt from work passed on a cool link for anyone who remembers Street Fighter 2.

Without Glastonbury this year, I've been keeping my eye out for anything festive. Found this alternative called Earthwise but won't even measure up to even 1% of Glastonbury. Still at least it's sort of local.