Revolution, Rugby and Paint
Well, the march was great. Too lazy to mess around cropping photos at the moment so no pictures yet. Patience though. Can't help but feel that it's somewhat convenient that a couple of bombs went off in Turkey the same day attacking British interests. Which nicely relegated the march from top billing in the news and most likely dropped it from US news altogether. Though from that perspective the whole Michael Jackson thing probably did as well. Still, now we have another reason to go to war and the Turkish military have more backing to support their US sponsors (I seem to recall reading that the opposition to war in Turkey was ~ 90%).

And, England won the rugby world cup today. They went in at half time comfortably in front and then started playing suicidal stuff in the second half leading to extra time. By the end I was drained. It always astounds me the punishment rugby players take and still keep going. Then came the fun part of my day. The spontaneous urge to repaint my lounge. 9 hours later and I have a few little bits left to do and a newfound respect for painters and decorators. When I catch the guy who was beating me with that stick.....

Right, I _am_ going to make one last effort here and regain access to my sofas and TV. So much for the revolution ;-)