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Today would have been a good day for recording some singing, catching up on physics study, and generally tidying up. But I slept through it all instead.

I was awake long enough to keep a doctor's appointment, to get the results of the blood test and schedule some more. The good news is, I'm not diabetic - my blood sugar level is absolutely normal and the pressure is a little high but not dangerously so. The bad news is, I still have diabetes-like symptoms - lethargy, thirst, excessive urination, and cramps. The blurred vision is a symptom, but that's explained by the astigmatism. So I'm bookd for another dozen or so tests to find out the cause. Bearing in mind I might just be a fat old slob.

I got an exciting email today from a complete stranger. They want to know my bank details so they can transfer 5 million US dollars into it.

I've written back, offering to open a completely empty bank account for them. If they deposit a million dollars there, just to show they mean business, I've promised to give them my own bank account. I think that's fair, don't you?

Minge is coming to town! The Fabulous Minge is spending christmas on the south coast, and will be dropping by Portsmouth in about a fortnight. I'll be showing him the sights and sounds (and smells) in a guided tour of my home town.

The district I live in is Southsea, which is (a) the part of Portsmouth that periodically tries to be a seaside resort, (b) the suposedly fashionable part and (c) the part with the blurriest boundaries.

When a business or institution located in one of the 22 less fashionable places wants to raise it's profile, it pretends to be in Southsea. I've seen arts centres and doctor's surgeries with postcodes and premises that were miles away, but elevated to respectability by including the word "Southsea" in their printed address.

Eastney is a small district known for it's military barracks and...not much else. Apart from a cruising area next to the barracks, with beach huts kindly provided by the council for privacy. But now, it's started calling itself East Southsea, to reflect it's proud possession of a bowls club, a (small) golf course, and a marina with boats.

You Are 8% Capitalist, 92% Socialist

You see a lot of injustice in the world, and you'd like to see it fixed.

As far as you're concerned, all the wrong people have the power.

You're strongly in favor of the redistribution of wealth - and more protection for the average person.

You Are a New School Democrat

You like partying and politics - and are likely to be young and affluent.

You're less religious, traditional, and uptight than most Democrats.

Smoking pot, homosexuality, and gambling are all okay in your book.

You prefer that the government help people take care of themselves.

Your 'Do You Want the Terrorists to Win' Score: 96%

You are a terrorist-loving, Bush-bashing, "blame America first"-crowd traitor. You are in league with evil-doers who hate our freedoms. By all counts you are a liberal, and as such cleary desire the terrorists to succeed and impose their harsh theocratic restrictions on us all. You are fit to be hung for treason! Luckily George Bush is tapping your internet connection and is now aware of your thought-crime. Have a nice day.... in Guantanamo!

Do You Want the Terrorists to Win?
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  1. Minge and Kap getting together?! I'm jealous.

  2. Let me guess - the 8% capitalist came from supporting the legalisation of drugs and prostitution?

  3. The Brian:
    I'm not sure about getting together, but a gay hip day trip certainly. There will be photos.

    Either that or not knowing exactly who Martha Stewart is, and why she went to jail.

    Ticking none of the boxes does indeed render me 100% socialist. Which shows the problem with either/or questions.

    Or else the test is as badly thought out as every other such test. Either/or both.

  4. How can I get to Guantanamo? Is there a low-cost flight connection? Well, I'm afraid I must prepare to visit you... In jail and in hospital you see who your friends are. Take care!

  5. Can we get together? I really wanna be with you. Come on, check it out with me. I hope you feel the same way, too.

    Is Portsmouth ready for Kapitano and Minge?

    That sounds like an order one would place with an Italian waiter... "I'll have a Kapitano and Minge, please. With extra cream."

    So excited, I could vomit.

  6. You must meet! It will be great fun for me. : )