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excited hamster noises all round if you please becuase Dave Gorman's Googlewack Adventure DVD arrived today (finally!). it was filmed a few months ago in the grand surroundings of the Swansea Grand and me and Dibbs went to see Dave live. he was very very good and so we couldn't wait to watch the show again.

all this is well and good but not half as exciting as the Q&A section of the extras - I'M ON IT!!!!

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i asked Dave what his mum said about the tattoo he got in Texas and because his answer was very entertaining it made the final cut. and my cameo isn't just a blink-and-you'll-miss-it thing - they cut back to me after the question twice. i must have a very expressive face, but to me up there on widescreen it just looks to be all teeth and chins.

but even so, i'm there at the very start of the Q&A so if for whatever reason you'd ever want to see me on your tv buy the DVD!

With a dreadful air of inevitability about it, it looks like the incumbent is heading back to the White House. He's 12 electoral college votes ahead right now and just got Nevada's vote and New Mexico are bound to call for him.

I never really thought the democrats could pull it off, even with all the anti-Bush support. They just aren't strong enough and they don't have the policies to appeal to the voters... kinda like the Conservatives here when we vote next year - not a shadow government but a shadow of their former selves.

So America refuses to switch horses in mid stream (wtf are horses doing swimming around anyway?) even though Bush has blatantly lied to them, led them into two wars and still not got bin Laden, and the economy is in pretty bad shape, so much so that tens of thousands of people have lost their job.

The Electoral College will follow the popular vote with no question this time around because of the embarrassing cock ups in 2000 and because Bush needs at least 4 legitamate years out of 8.

some days things just don't go your way. sometimes those days come side-by-side and end up as a week, a month, or longer, stretching out infront and behind you like a road that certainly isn't yellow brick.

i hate to moan and yet, i love it too. i don't want to burden any one with my problems, not really. i'd rather be able to buckle down and get on with things but i'm very bad at that. i'm much more qualified at whinging than anything else.

what's brought all this on you may wonder. why have you started blogging again tonight of all nights? well, i lost my job on Friday (and no, it's not behind the sofa or under the bed - i already checked). i shouldn't have got so attached - it was a temp job after all - but i liked it. i thought the people there liked me but obviously not enough to forgive me my mistakes and let me stay. it's wasn't that great a job but it was one i didn't mind getting up for in the morning, and i know a lot of people who envy that. i'm really worried that i won't be able to find that feeling again, and of course i'm worried about money in the short-term.

i can't even have a miserable weekend in peace. the street and surrounding neighbourhood - not exactly Beverly Hills at the best of times - has become a war zone. really - the sky looks like the scene over Baghdad and the shells are falling all around. it's not even November yet and the illegal fireworks are in the hands of children again. thing is with this lot if they did hurt themselves it'd be because they were using them as weapons or trying to put them through someones' letter box. i hate chavs. chavs with fireworks i'm scared of.

and one last moan for good measure - well, not a moan, just a reminder for my American readers to get out and vote on Tuesday. i don't want Bush to be the most powerful man in the world for the next four minutes never mind the next four years. i'm not sure if Kerry is who the American people want but please, go and vote and make sure there is a clear winner this time. in 2000 the only people who won were the lawyers, which can never be a good thing.

it's that time of year again where i'm laid low by tonsilitis. and here's me thinking it was a problem for children which could be cured mainly by eating ice cream. or at lest i did until last year when, like a gift from the chilly virus-filled air of the UK, i got a severe case when i got back from the States.

having been healthy and happy for a year in the sunshine, it was a bit of a shock to a weakened system. the nurse (yes, i had to go to hospital) said it was the worst case she'd ever seen. i didn't have the guts to get a mirror but i guess it looked a bit like this. grim, i'm sure you'll agree.

this year it's back again, only this time i caught it quick knowing that it wasn't going to be just a sore throat. i struggled on gamely without pain killers last year until i couldn't swallow water, which, in retrospect was heroic but daft.

while it's not a severe case this time round i feel worse because i'm missing work and me being a humble temp i don't get sick pay. the last thing you want when you're under the weather is to be told news like that... under the weather - i love that phrase. always thought it was funny how they didn't really know what it meant in California. i guess it depends what sort of weather you're under...

For those loyal few among you who read my blog on a regular basis here's a bit of gossip. Remember my wanky job before this one - working on the phones in The Travel House selling package holidays to morons? Remember the daft people I worked with? Remember the woman who got the renaissance and the resistance mixed up?

Well... who should walk into the probation office today but her! And on the wrong side of reception! I don't know what she's in for - she hasn't been to court yet - but it's wierd all the same. Loads of people who work with me grew up round here so they often see people from school or even distant relatives. I didn't think I'd see any offenders I knew. Very bizarre!

Other than that, all is normal and kind of dull. It'll be better when me and Dibbie's paths cross more often - he's on a stupid late shift at the moment which means we spend about half an hour together each day, if we're lucky.

And I feel proud and freaked out by how many comments my last post got and how many arguments were started in those comments. You might not like The Sims 2 but you can't stop talking about it, can you?!