Remember, Remember the 5th of November?

I remember as a child at this time of year being stood out in the freezing cold of the back garden while Dad lit fireworks and the autumn garden refuse was burnt in a pile making up the bonfire. We invariably had to wear a thick coat, a scarf and a woolly hat to stay warm. It was even snowing one year.

Nowadays I do have a couple of winter coats in the wardrobe but they rarely ever see the light of day. It is almost bonfire night yet again, the clocks go back one hour tonight and we are basking in an Indian summer. It reached 21 centigrade on Thursday, the hottest October day in the UK since 1888. If this is global warming bring it on baby!! As George Bush and his administration refuse to do anything about it I'm sure he is willing to perservere a few more hurricanes and tornadoes in his neck of the woods. I'm looking forward to lovely tomatoes, some classic British wines and pretty girls wearing next to nothing in the streets all year.

Cool!

Amazing space shot of hurricane Wilma! 

Who loves you? 

Bastards

I drew some cash out of the ATM last night on my way to the pub and, apparently, the machine had been rigged. Some bastard skimmed my card and went on a withdrawal spree without me knowing. The first I knew was when the bank phoned me up to say that they suspected that my card had been cloned as had many peoples cards that happened to use that Nat West ATM at East Croydon Station yesterday.

The bank is to refund the money but, in the meantime, I cannot use my account and have to wait for a new card to be issued. I shall be very careful to shield my pin number in future. Someone must have been peeping. The ATM looked fine to me as well. Goes to show eh!

Wise words! 

No - you're number 6. Number 5 is the one with bigger tits to your left. 

One of the best views of the Japanese Grand prix