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  1. @booksellercrow It is! Read it a couple of weeks ago. One of my favourite books of the year.
  2. Jack Kerouac died 40 years ago today. http://bit.ly/16eQTz
  3. @VictoriaMia Thankfully, yes. They make 'em tough in Oxford. ;)
  4. Dropped Volume 2 N-Z of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary on my foot. Panicked that I had damaged the dictionary. Also, ow!
  5. Heated a past its use by date jam doughnut in the microwave, scalded tongue on thousand degree jam.
  6. Jenson Button wins F1 Drivers' Championship: tears in my eyes. @stephenfry strokes a Grey Whale: tears in my eyes.
  7. RT @rich_w: Is this not just the most outrageous start to a Grand Prix you've seen? Crashes, fire, arguments. It's nuts! #F1
  8. Settling down to watch the Brazilian Grand Prix. Excited.
  9. RT @VictoriaCoren Hurray for the postmen! I love postmen. Here's my rant in their favour: http://tinyurl.com/yjqqvju (via @booksellercrow)
  10. @xaraboo I feel guilty whenever I walk through a web. All that intricate, hard work destroyed by a bumbling human being!
  11. http://twitpic.com/lx3jb - Reading by the fire. Blissful.
  12. Watching the Brazilian Grand Prix qualifying session. Farcical but fascinating.
  13. A note for posterity: I was up before 8 a.m. on a Saturday.
  14. You wonder what I'm doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, & then I sleep. http://j.mp/2EN9Mu
  15. I want a Stylophone Beatbox. http://bit.ly/e6pgk
  16. Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, and the Computer. http://bit.ly/MGxrY
  17. Doing nothing. Not a thing. Idleness rules.
  18. Reading in bed. Wishing my life was one long 12:30 a.m.
  19. I can hear church bells ringing and Tawny Owls hooting. "Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note..."
  20. I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth.