Do I love you? Yes I love you. But it's easy come . . . and it's easy go.

I was just in The International (local pub set up by republican veterans of the Spanish Civil War) with my brother, and Tinseltown In The Rain came on the jukebox. I can't remember the last time that I heard that outside the house.

Earlier. we'd been in the Golf, which is now repulsive. They have six big-screen televisions, all of which were showing football. In a reasonably small pub. It's all glossy and wipe-clean, in spite of it being a pub which boasts of its age (1456, fact fans). Immensely sad. Just as sad as it is horrid, in fact. It used to be much more comfortable (if no cheaper), but somebody obviously found a Development Opportunity.

I notice also that the best pizza-delivery outfit I'm aware of is up for sale. I may have to pig out before the new owner ruins it.

And JWZ has been listening to my favourite Morphine song. I feel validated.

Every morning I wake up and Mark Sandman is still dead.

US polls.

Slashdot has just linked to http://www.electoral-vote.com/, which tracks US opinion polls as they come out and estimates the electoral college makeup that would result from that electoral result. It's very interesting to scroll back a week and watch Bush's conference bounce, which may now have played itself out if the latest poll is to be trusted (a big If there, of course).

The coloured map showing the collective opinion of each state is also interesting, although I suspect it won't tell actual USAnians anything they don't already know.

If you are a Democrat, you can stop crying in your beer; if you are a Republican, carefully try to pour the champagne back into the bottle. It is still very close.

Whoops

Genesis probe's sample return capsule fails to open parachute.

That must have been a very expensive crunching noise. A shame nobody will have recorded it.