Impressionistic dots of today

I've just got a dishwasherable one-cup coffee filter off ebay; I know there are those who will say "...one cup? How is this possible?" but I'm happy. (I may just possibly have also gotten the untransmitted Vic Reeves Big Night Out pilot, the 1991 Reeves and Mortimer Channel 4 New Year's Eve special and the 1992 Reeves and Mortimer fan club video. *shifty eyes* I'm not obsessed. You can't prove anything.)

Have to write up conference for colleagues. Do not want.

Pappy's Fun Club tomorrow and Ross Noble on Sunday! Hooray!

It's not that I mind the trees having sex, I just wish they'd keep it to themselves and not fuck my mucous membranes as well.
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(Plus, I promise I won't go on about Stewart Lee's show every week, but I've just seen this week's one- on Political Correctness- and three things: A: Funny; B: It's adorable how much his "this is an idiot talking to me" voice is essentially Rich's voice, and conversly Rich also has Stew-ish bits from time to time; C: I was at the Battersea Arts Centre when he found the ballet shoe, and everybody was laughing themselves sick.) [1]

[1] No! Four things! Having a cake named after your town is a good thing. More cakes should be named after places. Of course people wouldn't eat a cake named after most bits of London. I mean, a Hampstead Bun would be quite nice but a bit too worthy to actually be a treat, a Mayfair Gateau would be revoltingly rich, a Brixton Churl would have knives concealed in it...