fireworks!

Bye, bye, Tiny Blur.



Now he's wild and free (to a good home).

In other news.

Holiday! Birthday! Both coming up soon! Yay! Too much excitement! Too many !!!!!!!

But if you think that's excessive - over to our Wainwright correspondent ...

screeeeeeeaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeerufusglasgowclydeoctobergotticketsoexcitedscreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There may have been more screaming but I blacked out. I don't know. He wore a flat cap well, but, ow, ow, ow ...

Nose now pinged. Must not mock the Wainwright. Humpf.

Before I go and sit in the naughty corner - the fireworks are, of course, from the Singapore Fireworks Festival. I am not aware of any mass celebrations to mark the end of this era - the People's Tone shuffles off without pageants and ceremony. I could be wrong. Maybe somewhere in Britain tonight a sad and lonely figure is trying to light a damp sparkler and raising a cup of warm Vimto.

naughty bear runs wild

I'm probably supposed to going through some kind of ritual purification ceremony - possibly involving Wagner and rose petals - before tonight's Wainwright Fest.

But I'm not - I'm listening to Cold War Kids - "We Used To Vacation" -



and, naughty, naughty bear -

Beirut - "Elephant Gun" (that's a fine looking moustache) -



And I'll be wearing my feather headdress in honour of Isabella Blow.

rain soaked and wrong

She comes wandering in all soggy. She's been to the pub. When she said she was going to drown her sorrows I didn't think she meant it literally. He was unsuitable. I can't say why because she'll squidge me till my eyes pop out but, as predicted, Bear knew best. Of course I'd never send naughty pictures of myself to a woman that I had just met. Which she might accidentally open while at work. Oops.

Quick. Look! Pandas! Really, really cute pandas Lots of them.