Journal Entry #18

[therealpm]

Progress on The Machine: New OS (occult spell-set) crashed after only 6 hours. Need to reload entire rune inventory and reinstall from scratch. Crash caused minor portal open up between nether-dimensions and tea cupboard. Tea now infested with demons. All stocks undrinkable.

Coded small piece of malware in fit of pique. Victims experience all the effects of a bad case of flu, with no symptoms visible to others.

Replaced Hague's shampoo with Veet again. The Great Old Ones Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn! always the best.

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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Negotiations did not end well. Had to sleep on the sofa.

Actually, that's not strictly true. Since my dear, darling wife is such a level headed person and is absolutely not behaving ridiculously strangely, she woke up me up almost as soon as I had fallen asleep on the sofa and declared that I instead had to sleep in the chair because you had slept on the sofa the night before.

You're still on Hobbit duty tonight, by the way.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Tell her Alastair retrieved the other photos when he paid a little visit to the journalists, and that as an officially retired labourite, I would have no compunction against releasing them to the press.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

..."the other photos"?


Jesus, Sally...