Life is good. On Wednesday I was interviewing Sheiks at Cardiff Bay mosques and finding out about illicit casinos in the 60s over a gin and tonic (not with the Sheikh, obv) and last night I rocked up to Durham to run into six lovely people randomly on the street. Random. That's such a nice Durham occurrence. The bloody Riv Caf has ceased its production of those thoroughly addictive chocolate fudge brownies (alias crack for eaters) and replaced them with some insipid wannabe cake product. This will not do! On the bright side, students really will go for anything as long as it's free - there was chlamydia testing on offer outside and queues of people were waiting to receive packets of swabs. Free - everyone's favourite word.