A few things have fallen into place over the last 24 hours, for example the guy I see on Tuesday nights is also the woman I see her with on Saturdays.

A few things have fallen out of place too, in the form of a broken bike and a distressing, unexpected football result.

I am so sick of watching films without tidy conclusions. The screen starts to fade to black and I'm thinking "No! Don't end there!"

I have enough trouble writing tidy conclusions for my own fiction, why should I have to come up with them for paid artists too?

Face of the Future from St Andrews University enables internet users to perform horrific but fascinating transformations on faces in minutes.

I was horrified to discover even more evidence that lawyers are blood sucking vermin. Civil partnerships have only been legal in this country for nine months but apparently long enough for lawyers to have developed Commitment Ceremony Insurance.

I'm starting to suspect that film directors, writers and stars strategically work through Amazon reviews voting down those which rubbish their films.

My most critical reviews are those which are voted least helpful even when I've taken the time to be as thorough as I have been with others.

Do we really live in a world where two-timing is considered more acceptable than a man curling his hair?

And I've got half way through another piece of writing before deciding on an ending.

So far, the hero frightens off a mugger who's attacking the heroine but not before he's stolen her wallet, phone and door keys. Fortunately the hero and the heroine happen to really hit it off..

Back in the 70s some students from Plymouth Polytechnic staged an elaborate Freedom-for-Cornwall fight to promote their rag week. Said fight included fooling the national press into thinking that an army of soldiers called the Free Cornish Army (FCA) planned siege bridges, storm castles and generally make a nuisance of themselves in order to achieve a six point plan towards Cornish independence.