Thank you to the nice people and to hell with the bastards. I can't drive out tomorrow as there is too much snow. It's a shame, I was excited about leaving my Bradley Manning style enclosure.

Still it shall be Christmas and the wife will be here so I will be happy. I like having someone who understands me. It's like in those Bourne films. I've no idea what I am about but somehow she knows I'm alright.

I actually really love all my friends here too. They always say horrible things to me and only ever look forward to the next tragic post, but I realise the performance element. Sometimes that goes out the window though, it is a dividing line.