Some people might have expected the clock on an expensive Sony digital car radio to automatically switch into British Summer Time. However, they would be wrong and I will now be forced to try to remember the location of the fine manual.

I thought this was simply hilarious. Thank goodness, he captured a screenshot for prosperity.

The streets of the fine city of Newcastle were gridlocked on Monday. Locals despaired as their normal 20 minute commute took 3 hours 40 minutes due to a series of unfortunate events. A public sector strike (against pensions) closing the Metro and a tunnel under the Tyne. An attention-seeking individual pretending he wanted to end his life by jumping off a lofty bridge which meant the closure of the bridge, more traffic chaos and 57 social workers being summoned. Another (suspicious) fire in the city. I owe my eternal gratitude to my taxi driver who meekly suggested that I might like to consider walking 10 minutes (instead of sitting for a further 90 minutes with the meter running) back to my hotel. ...

Rapidly approaching the point when I will no longer send amusing emails to my ‘Personal’ email alias but will instead send a permalink to everyone on my ‘Personal’ email alias. But then again, I only have two friends.

Two days early. Please, please tell me that this is two days early.