Call it sad, call it funny

"but it's better than even money..." I'm seeing Guys and Dolls tonight and I've promised not to sing along.

It's beautiful today. The leaves on the old trees outside my window are turning gold. The wind whistling through them has a different, ttttsssss sound because they're dry and slightly curled. High chirping notes from the birds with one bird more throaty, "twoot twoot" pause "twoot twoot".

This is why I love Harry's Place - Marcus has put up a short post on the Telegraph appeal against George Galloway and the commenters are trying to outdo each other with fabulous, pithy witticisms. Some comments are as good as anything Oscar Wilde said, read it all here.

This is why I love the London Times. The editors there are clever to offer reporting that compliments the internet and blogosphere rather than slagging it off.

Happy Birthday Sue. Come to London, I only see intellectual plays when you visit. I really believed he loved that goat.