The inevitable left-wing middle-class guilt about yesterday has started. One friend, aka Mr Slim embarked on a weary diatribe featuring the words "war" "Blair" and simliar. 'I just found myself thinking "well these things will happen if you spend long enough fucking around with foreign countries you don't understand" and things like that,' says he. not that it's not terrible for the people involved of course, but it just seemed inevitable and not even that shocking any more tbh.' Fair enough. 'I guess I would have felt differently if I'd been near any of the scenes,' he said realistically, followed by the killer, 'as it was I was in bed.'

This was counterpointed (delicious word, DELICIOUS) by Niall, splashing through London from Glastonbury en route to Korea, curling his lip in contempt, and saying: 'Yes the commuters clearly said "Excuse me, Mr Terrorist, please blow me up to sate my guilt at the horrible inequalities of this world".

Whatever. It's easy to put yourself in someone else's shoes, but if they do the same you end up where you are to begin with. Oh god, the tortuous pseudo-philosphical tarting of it all. It hurts my brain.

La Repubblica was sadly pretty much right - around 50 fatalities substantiated. Let's all shower love on Alabam 3 who have amused me greatly this morning with this post on the Gumtree LDF.

"Alabama 3 are ok apart from Orlando who sustained cuts and bruises at kings cross. Furthermore, he blames their agent for getting them up at 0700hrs for the first time in months to be at Caledonian Road for 0915hrs to proceed to catch a plane to the Czech republic for a festival - this caused him to be at Kings Cross at the fatal timel. the band reiterate to their agent that it is dangerous to get them up before midday. Their thoughts are with all their fellow sufferers in their home town.

LarryLove"

La Repubblica is reporting a far worse story than the BBC can, for obvious reasons. While here we have suggestions of 90 injured and two confirmed dead, at Aldgate, LR is reporting at least 70 dead, with 150 injured. Jesus Christ.

There are rumours flying around everywhere: that police shot a man with a bomb strapped to him in Canary Wharf, that Leicester Square's been affected (it hasn't, we'd see anything from our window)...it's just so crazy.

Tony Blair gave a wonderful speech at Gleneagles. That's it. Our music editor is now getting pissed off at receiving PR emails telling us about so and so's new gig. Life must go on, but some PRs seem to be intensely vampiric. Bless. What a surprise.

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!