My phone just reminded me that my dissertation is due right now. Which wouldn’t have been a very useful reminder if I had been planning to submit today, but had somehow – incredibly! – forgotten.

Luckily I’ve got a two-week extension. I plan to actually submit in the next two or three days, though.

Book me a front-row seat:

… because the new The Matrix movie looks incredible.

(I know the front row isn’t the best place to sit.)

Just found a typo in my diss: ‘Jeff the sandman,’ instead of soundman. Should probably be two words, ‘sound man,’ but anyway, an unexpected @NeilHimself-esque touch.

Today is Irony Day: Wetherspoon’s short on some beers as Brexit affects deliveries.

They blame ‘lack of lorry drivers and strike action.’ Hadn’t heard about a strike; does it exist? And more importantly, what on Earth could have caused a lack of drivers???

I sent my CV to a recruiter today, for the first time in a long time. Dissertation due in less than a fortnight, so I have to start thinking about what’s next.

In an ideal world I’d be able to make a living from writing. This was a programming-type recruiter, though.

#WeStandWithRNLI

My parents taught me to always give to the RNLI when they’re collecting, because of how important and dangerous the sea is. Lifeboat crews deserve all our support.

Some idiots don’t think so. Instead they want our seaborne heroes to let people drown if they don’t have the right papers.

Fuck that shit, and fuck those people.

HOPE Not Hate’s We Stand With RNLI image
HOPE Not Hate’s We Stand With RNLI image

Have sunk into a tennis stupor. It’s likely to stay until tomorrow.

There was a remarkable sporting event yesterday.

We learned that Roger Federer is human, and ageing.

Turns out The Killing is a pretty good TV show. Who knew? We’re five episodes in, and I’m wondering how they can make this first season last for 20.

It’s all on BBC iPlayer at the moment, which is nice.

Just heard the first ice-cream van of the summer. Well, spring.