Serious white goods failure.

Last night as I was tidying the kitchen the fridge door fell off. It had the common decency not to hurt me, but it made a right fucking clatter. I thought we had got off quite lightly, obviously apart from needing to go out and spend £400 on a new one. The only casualty being half a dozen eggs, but then, as if in slow motion, the lid of the nam pla fell off, and the fishy contents fucked off under the cooker. I quite like a splash of fish sauce in my stir fry, but the smell of a full bottle spread over about a square foot is fucking awful. In an attempt to neutralise the foul aroma, bleach was applied. Big fucking mistake. The resultant stench was far worse, I’m not going to go into what it resembled you’ll have to use your imagination.

The beautiful game.

No, not football. Chess. A game of pure thought and logic, but also of creativity and imagination. The ultimate test of mind against mind. If you fancy pitting your wits against mine, then go here and join. Then challenge bluetealeaf.

I've just had a listen to Tom Waits' new album, it's three discs of absolute genius. Orphans, brawlers, bawlers and bastards. Go out and buy it today.