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December 4th

I am drinking Diet Coke with Cinnamon and all I can think is that it would taste loads better with vodka in it. I think most things would.

Hawkes Ginger Beer 4.0% this is not beer. What is it doing in my advent calendar. It is very nice but it is pop. Get this away from me immediately.

I am reading a book that might have been written for children but its ok. It is the kind of easy read I need right now. I am all about bitter/sweet easy stiff. Satre can wait.

Still watching 'No Offence' which might be the most surprising bit of TV I have seen all year. Needless to say Series 2 is not looking quite as good as Series 1 but it's early days.

I don't know why I am telling no-one about this. I feel like I am shouting out into the void on the top of a mountain. It's therapy I guess. Why stick a .com on it though.

I guess I need something to be there and its better than pornographic DVD trailers (it's not obviously)

Self checkouts are the entrance to hell. They never work and usually there is some poor member of staff waving their special magic card at you after every random purchase. Not today though they must have had the day off. Well deserved.

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