Warning: contains earworms and politics

Duck changed the bedsheets on Sunday night. Last night I could feel something sticking out at the end of the bed by my feet. I got out of bed to pull the sheet back, expecting to find that a spring had come through the mattress. I found an inch and a half long nail on top of the mattress.

I have asked Duck to launch a full enquiry and expect to be presented with a detailed typed report, but so far: nothing.

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Although I can’t remember the details, my dreams last night involved being in the Caribbean. I can only assume that this is the reason why I woke up this morning with “Agadoo” in my head. This has only partially been replaced by Green Day/Bryan Adams. That is, there’s a line in “Jesus of Suburbia” that in my head segues into “Summer of 69”. I’m not sure which of those two earworms is worse.

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I don’t tend to do political on this blog but David Cameroon was on BBC Breakfast this morning and he referred to the events of “7/7”. I know that the American system of dating differs to ours, hence “9/11”, but what’s wrong with “7th July”? I can’t fully explain why I don’t like “7/7” or “9/11” but to me it feels like a marketing team has sat round a table and decided that “7/7” just sounds a bit snappier. It’s got a bit more pizzazz. The kids will relate to it better. It feels like a logo, and somehow, that seems to lessen the impact of what happened. How long before we start calling Armistice Day “11/11”? It just doesn’t seem right. Sorry. (I’m getting old aren’t I?)