I love my house, the boiler has been broken for over a month and the shower is busted. I'm listening to the ballad of my neighbours; a torturous tale of young love and domestic abuse and about how her family is full of 'nonces'.

I'm winning a fence sitting award when it comes to Michael Jackson. I like the music, there are some great tracks there, but he was a badly damaged freak who may have abused children. Maybe I'd have been more ambivalent about Gary Glitter if his songs had been better? Probably not.


Vincet Price is by far the best rapper ever.

That is all.