Day 976

The paper today had ceased talking about whether Labour will win the next election and started talking about size of swing to them. The obligatory note of caution: this is equivalent to Feb. 1990, and things looked good then. But no-one has ever come back from 39½ points behind (24 allowing for the Tory shame factor). There was a Tory leaflet through the letterbox, I chucked it out.

Did some musical experiments, putting my old battery 'collection' to work powering the Casio keyboard - no powered moving parts so ought to last a while.

Finished all the Adrian Mole books, which I've been reading recently. In a way it all turns out rather sad in the sequels, or is this just me transferring my experiences to it? I always did identify rather strongly with A. Mole, partly because of the 1984 A. Mole diary I had. Ian Dury's song was quite good too, remember the series on ITV (and the final wink). Those were the days eh? Nothing to worry about - except being obsessed with Amy Allott, homework, bed at 10pm... I take that back, perhaps Unemployment City is better.