Three buses have now blown up and there are a lot of casualties. Phone networks are jammed and it's pretty much impossible to get in touch with people. Bloody ridiuclous, you're right up at the top of a building, look outside and you can't see any signs of anything being wrong: people strolling around, cars dragging through the roads, London Eye still turning.

This is ridiculously weird. I've got a horrible cold feeling running through me.

Woo! We won the Olympics! And in celebration the whole of London has been shut down due to a 'power surge' on the Tube. However, it's markedly unlikely that a similar 'power' surge' could be to blame for the bus which exploded in Tavistock Square. What the fuck is going on? Our news editor has been on the phone cheerily saying that, up in a socking great building as we are, we're "Bully's Special Prize". Charming, bless him. Whoever blew up this bus has got their timing perfect - coincidence or not, the power surge is going to amplify the effects of the bomb, so that from just one explosion, it's now as if they're to blame for everything. Started with the G8, now it's spread. Wankers.

Gossip essentials Popbitch and lame pretender Holy Moly are having what seems to be the lamest hissy fit in the history of cat fighting. In this week's newsletters they use the age-old 'copy/paste' technology to slag off one show and add 'dignity' to the other: Popbitch slams Big Brother while Holy Moly does the same for Celebrity Love Island. *Yawn* - HM tries, and looks terribly shiny, but its gossip's just not as diverting. Popbitch had to make yet another apology this week, this time to Lisa Moorish. Oops.

Yes, it's morning again which means it's time for yet more procrastination instead of doing work/research/other. Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you? I'm equal parts Darth and Padme. It's a fine line between good and evil.

...Happily I get to find a new religion every day with the portable and cheerful Plug-Pray! So blasphemous that 9/10 Christian fundamentalists would burn down your house if you bought one.

The problem with being enthusiastic and desperate on the weekends means that when you actually come into college, there's no damn paper. I found one scrap of it lurking in the depths of the printer with a link to something called prismcomics.org on it.

"Comics eh?" sez I, still revelling in the fact that a recently purchased back issue of Essential X-Men had a letter of mine in it, "That sounds significantly better than whatever it was I was doing." So I read several witty, informative and screwy pieces on Supergirl, whether the Human Torch is actually as gay as he's presented, the utterly terrifying "Family Values" Coalitions in the States and their battles against gay comic characters and about a two-part issue of the Green Lantern focusing on gay hate crimes.

Prism is a site focusing on LGBT representation and undertones in comics with as much adoration for the format as any fanboy worth their salt. It's not geeky, nor pedantic, it is however bloody addictive. I'm clearly not going to get any work done today...

What's the deal with the 350 german spam messages I got today? Is someone on some kind of crusade to bring German magazines to public consciousness? It's bloody anooying is what it is. Oh well, at least the new Coral song is ace. Good for that.

The boring revision frenzy of yesterday has dwindled into the frenzied playing of the truly awesome Spongebob Collapse. 1,518,980 to beat. Game on suckas...

What was number 1 when you were born? Yes we care. I care. I got Culture Club and the theme from that Debra Winger navy flick. Rock!

Today we are mostly adoring badgerbadgerbadger. See why.

Oh god my head hurts. People should not be allowed to use computers when they're drunk.

Trumpeting removed for being stupidly arrogant. More so even than usual.
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I'm going to have a trumpet blowing session in a minute. Possibly with a brass section. So if you don't like it, go away. I'm 22 and have the shame of a lemon. And the ego of a 22 year old. Just so you're warned sufficiently - this is nice things about ME! Me! Me! Oh yes, me as well.

This is so incredibly wrong i think it's going through my head and out the other side, but hey, otters are best, and clearly the person who wrote sex tips for otters thought so too.

Do you love horses? Do you want to get some, but you just don't love your hors that much? There's a solution! Why not date tens of thousands of single horse lovers? It's actually rather sweet...

Green eh? Would have been nice to get someone who actually stood a chance of getting elected ;) Oh well, guess this means I'm going to have to rely on actual knowledge on Thursday.

Who should I vote for? v2

Your expected outcome:

Liberal Democrat

Your actual outcome:

	Labour 9
	Conservative 8
	Liberal Democrat 47
	UKIP 10
	Green 55

You should vote: Green

The Green Party, which is of course strong on environmental issues, takes a strong position on welfare issues, but was firmly against the war in Iraq. Other key concerns are cannabis, where the party takes a liberal line, and foxhunting, which unsurprisingly the Greens are firmly against. The Greens are also anti-Europe.

Take the test at Who Should You Vote For

Something I never knew: Doctors is a training academy for new writers! I thought it was getting better... Even more lovely, Wednesday's episode is written by a tv critic from the Guardian! Read about it here because it's rather fab.

How could they? WHAT could possibly drive the Times to put a socking great spider on the front?! A furry one. With EYES. I had to rip the damn thing off. Bastards.

Why you should love b3ta and such quirksomely amusing geek boys. Ol's my quirksome amusing geek boy, bless. The world should have more.

B3ta will eat your soul.

B3ta will kill your children.

B3ta will burn your church.

Fear us. For we are very scary indeed. Grrr.

Hurray! I didn't realise there was a website for the lovely book Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down, but there is. "For tea drinkers who are keen on sitting down and having biscuits." And cake by the looks of it.

Along with the usual bits like "Sugar, how not to give it to somebody who really wants it" there is a biscuit of the week with a really rather big archive. Your favourite biscuit will be in there unless you're weird. They even have a little bit apologising for any rubbish spelling which shows the sad, bitter world we must live in if there are angry people writing in admonishing them for poor grammar. As long as they don't employ text speak. Boo.

Apparently McVities were in league with the Nazis during the War. That's what James said last night anyway. But he's half-lawyer, so I don't really believe him.

Oh my god all my birthdays have come at once! They're making Meg! If I believed in multiple punctuation slightly more there would be exclamation marks up to and beyond Sunday.

Sometimes I think nobody loves puns as much as me. Some girls love stationery, I love stationery and puns. Thank god for OPI's new varnish collection - I want to have a Tempura Tantrum!. The Elvis one's pretty good too, but there aren't any puns. Boo. Still, it's Elvis. But wait! They've got a CANADIAN one! As if Canada wasn't funny enough! Which it isn't. It's a country. Still, I demand a bottle of At Your Quebec and Call. Ya ya yaaaaaaa...

Best rumour of the morning - Kate moss has 40 litres of Evian delivered to her house each day. Well, it's hardly milk, but still, bathing in Evian - nice.

Hmmm...why do fonts suddenly appear/ when they shouldn't? It's a deliciously sunny day herre in Hampshire-land, with daffodils waving around like the hippie half-arsed triffids they are. I really hate daffodils, but for very obscure reasons. Anyway, moving swiftly along and in order to delay the inevitable soup making moment, b3ta has been lovingly helping me to pass time in the least constructive way possible. I love you man. *sobs quietly into sleeve* Observe the utterly terrifying bluetit! Pity the dog on holiday! Snigger hilariously at the Little Miss take-off at the bottom of the page! Bless...

Great quote from an old copy of Uncut, Liv Tyler on meeting the Gallagher brothers: "I just nodded and hoped they'd go away." Bless.

London is a ghots town - literally. I am 25 floors up in the Uncut offices and all I can see is a tiny sweep of land with some buildings half-poking out of the mist. It's very odd to see.

The traditional consumer mag work experience prevails - mail distro, internet surfing, the usual fun. At least there's no replica of the bizarre German femme from Kerrang! She was terrifying to say the least. you'd understand.

Best emo song title of the day thus far; Victim is another name for lover. Ow.

Before heading off into the sunset to go in search of Led Zeppelin related monuments in North Wales, I was flabbergasted to discover that utterly fabulous new track 'Dakota' is in actual fact by those purveyors of tedium, The Stereophonics! Yes! They used to be great, went really quite mediocre and have come out the other side with an ASTOUNDING song! If you have no diea who these people are, search it out on Kazaa or something. Trust me - it's awesome.

The best feckin' search engine in the west - searching all of 12 web pages, it's Doogle!

Ah, I should have done this YEARS ago! Go on, take the Jaws Knowledge Test!

Oh bugger, I've actually been busy. Or at least doing something other than scribbling. Tant mieux I guess. Went gorge walking yesterday for a feature; basically involves much scrambling over rocks, waterfalls, holes in the ground etc, but in wetsuits and waterproofs with a socking great helmet thank god. Was excellent fun, but when coupled with a five hour shift serving snakebite to pissheads three hours after and a rehearsal I'd forgotten about this morning, I don't want to (a la sulky toddler tantrum). Bed please. Again.

Right. We've got a new name so panic over. I suppose.

New panic now - I've got a group presentation coming up in half an hour and I've got butterflies bashing my stomach with knives. How? Why? And what for? This is so unnecessary...

Bloody hell. The day before production day and we discover that there's already a Welsh-based magazine called MONO covering Welsh stuff. I guess it's a good thing we found out now before accusations of plagiarism come out (à la Skirt last year) but what the hell would have happened? It's such a small titchy mag that it could easily have passed under the radar if a, er, psychic hadn't already told me today. Right. Onto new names... possibly Mezzo or Cawl. Hmm.