Nostradamus.

Well, y'know how - either by coincidence or design - I had dreams in the past that seemed to predict 9/11 and the Paddington Railcrash (and Ashe - that incident when I knew something was going to happen and it did)? I dreamed very vividly, this morning that there would be an explosion or fire on the Tube.

The station looked like Elephant and Castle - mainly the roundabout subways in the middle, which isn't technically the tube, but it was a series of exits in the dream. I was with a group of other young people and we realised something was about to happen and started running out - and at first we didn't think all of our group had made it - we were lost in a crowd of people standing around watching.

It was really creepy.

I don't know what to make of it. I just wanted to write it down now, to see if I'm right again.

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Does anyone want a Saturday ticket for the V Festival in Staffordshire?

My housemate is selling one at cost price - you can expect to see Morrissey and Razorlight, I am reliably informed.

Let me know if you or anyone else is interested.

Father of the Pride

Oh my God. Father of the Pride is the best cartoon ever.

It's like the Simpsons in a wildlife park. But cruder. And funny.

English, what?

Videoing spectator watching a pilot eject from a Harrier before it crashes into the sea:

"Oh dear."

I love being English.