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Well, I'll be buggered - I've actually found an American LJ user who supports George W Bush and the Iraq War. Someone call David Attenborough...

Come to think, given the louder shouts of most of the more vocal elements of Bush's support, the one thing I'm likely not to be is buggered...

At the Sign of the Nadgered Futtock

I woke up in the dark, feeling dead to the world but in need of a pee, and with the usual expectation that it would be 4am or so, meaning that I could get some more sleep.

Alas, the cruel mistress that is my alarm clock (actual cruel mistresses proving rather hard to come by) informed me it was 6:40am, and therefore leaving just enough time to feel woebegone before getting up...

I don't think I've properly woken up, even now. The corridors of Fenland District Council do not exactly throb and pulsate with the zeitgeist either...

The evening has passed quietly enough - much of it spent on the phone to my last good friends in my home town, who are decorating wildly before their firstborn arrives and changes their lives...

Having not got the job in cambridge with the 4-hour interview - as I expected, it went to the bloke with 15 years experience - I was nonetheless gratified that they seemd to like me sufficiently to want me to do temp work for them (and thus build up my experience in the field). I was rather less gratified by my mother's response - "If they liked you so much, why didn't they give you the job?!" - when I had already explained the spread of the candidates to her.

Just at the moment, the possibility of six months bouncing around temp contracts would rather suit me - the removal of the crushing burden of being expected to seek Brownie points, or worry beyond the call of duty.

Yawn. And with that, to bed...