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Bollocks. Owing to a late-night post after too much Oblivion, giving me a dodgy Enter key finger, I posted this twice without noticing. Sorry. Bleah.

Bunny Threat Level: conceptual breakthroughs notwithstanding, I spent the whole morning endlessly rebooting my campus computer and fighting the IT helpline, so no progress from yesterday.

sniffle, snip, snap.

On Sunday I discovered what the Argus Cycle Tour has in common with (a) guide dogs for the blind, and (b) live brass bands. They all make me cry like the limp, illogical and over-emotional dingbat I am. Embarrassing. Although vaguely interesting from an analytical point of view. Anything between 2 and 30 000 individuals doing something in community or co-operation for some lateral or vaguely altruistic reason makes me dissolve. Discuss.

In other news, I've had my hair cut, to the shortest it's ever been, and dyed it even redder than usual. To forestall the usual witterer demands, here is even a picture, with added bonus cute niece.

Bunny Threat Level: conceptual breakthroughs notwithstanding, I spent the whole morning endlessly rebooting my campus computer and fighting the IT helpline, so no progress from yesterday.