A couple of snippets of potentially valuable economic advice arrived today:

“Let’s put our money in crisps.”

“Let’s panic-buy fish.”

Good luck if you’re planning to invest.

“Catapult your love to me.”

A quick maths puzzle for those of you keen to take up the challenge:

“3^dogs.”

“3^Michael Portillo.”

Tonight, while discussing what we were going to have for dinner, Leftwing Idiot said he wanted some cake. This resulted in 20 minutes of:

“Sponge cake, Bob Pants.”

“Champagne Bob, Square Pants.”

“Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob Pants.”

I have no particularly strong interest in Sponge Bob.…

Over breakfast in a greasy-spoon and in the company of some very hung-over humans, I offered some technical computer advice to no one in particular:

“Overclock your soul.”

I was clearly:

“Wrecked on the rocks in my mind.”

But:

“I gave a spirited performance in my mind.”…

Leftwing Idiot and I were having dinner at a café tonight. I was drinking grapefruit juice through a straw so I didn’t need to worry about lifting the glass.

While we were eating I accidentally flicked the straw and splashed grapefruit juice in my eyes which made me squeal.…

I listened to some adults with Tourettes talking about their experiences on Internet earlier. Many of their comments mirrored my own feelings. I was particularly struck by Marc Elliot who said “no matter where I am in life everybody knows who I am.…

“This vehicle is talking about you.”

For the last seven years I’ve had a fairly constant whistling tic. It’s changed a bit over time with no noticeable improvement to my tunefulness. Today I realised it’d gone, not completely and I suspect not permanently, but I felt a bit odd when I realised I wasn’t doing it any more and even odder that it’d taken me several days to notice.

It’s snowing again. I went out in trainers instead of boots, which was a mistake for two reasons: firstly my trainers aren’t waterproof. Secondly, and slightly more alarmingly, I’ve developed a leg-kicking tic when I’m walking which meant they kept flying off my feet.…