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In the matter of Big Brother and the Little Fuckwits, egremont has provided wise words

I won't say I wouldn't watch Celebrity Big Brother if you paid me. I probably would, but you'd have to pay me quite a lot, and strap me into the chair. You might find stapling my eyelids open in a Clockwork Orange stylee would help too...

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Well, I survived the East Anglia Travel Apocalypse - in fact, I only got home fifteen minutes later than I would have expected to. Things on the trains round here are fairly thoroughly atomised though - there is an infrequent shuttle service from Cambridge to Ely, and a large, shifting mass of people at Ely station, rippling with rumours that there might be a train going somewhere, anywhere else.

Given that at least two London terminii, Peterborough and Crewe are all shut, I think I can class the entire national railway grid as Fucked for the time being. Not that the roads are much better...

The strange thing about heading through Travel Chaos is that strange senmse that all the normal rules of the world have been suspended. This doesn't feel strange until you stop, and are suddenly shocked to find things that are working normally, like traffic lights... The fact that on the train you are surrounded by people with expressions like klaxons going off in the Vatican doesn't help either...

No sign of power cuts yet, thank God. I am pretty sure I have some candles about the place. Though rather brilliantly, I am less sure I have any matches...

Hope everyone is safe, and my thoughts to anyone (I know of at least two) whose travel plans have been kicked senseless by the weather (to say nothing of those whose property is bearing the brunt of it).

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Clearly, this level of boredom calls for - P G Wodehouse!

And whisky, of course.