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Bobby doesn't like the taste of Palmolive Thermal Spa.

Historically, Bobby has taken pleasure in licking moisture from my shins as I emerge from the shower. Both of us seemed happy with the arrangement. I would disrobe as Bobby observed. Disliking the hiss of the shower Bobby usually withdraws for a short while and squats in the corridor looking slightly displeased. Upon the apparent cessation of my ablute he reappears and licks my shins whilst I see to the rest of me with a towel.

But for the last few days he has been eschewing the traditional shin-lick and prefers jumping up into the bath and drinking directly from the water collected around the plug hole. Perhaps he is thirsty, or drinking from the bath feels more natural to him. I'm, not sure, I do keep a bowl of fresh water out for him and even have a glass of water for him near my bed to stop him drinking from my personal vessel. So fear not, I'm not neglecting his needs.

This morning, though, could begin a different era in his hydration needs. Bobby hates the taste of Palmolive Thermal Spa. After jumping in and having his fill of shower water, he emerged and emitted a long, pitiful semi yowl whilst running his tongue round the inside of his mouth and licking his lips. It really was a very strange noise. This procedure carried on for a couple of minutes after which he gave me a hateful look and went to eat some of his cat-nuts probably to get rid of the taste. Or to wash down the remaining exfoliating micro-beads lodged in his maw.

I shall let you know if he has learned his lesson tomorrow.

What are your top 10 most-played songs currently?

1. November spawned a monster - Morrissey

2. Everyday is like Sunday - Morrissey

3. Will never marry - Morrissey

4. He knows I'd love to see him - Morrissey

5. Cutslo (Lokuste Mix) - Ed Rush

6. Yes, I am blind - Morrissey

7. Suedehead - Morrissey

8. Ouija Board, Ouija Board - Morrissey

9. The last of the famous international playboys - Morrissey

10. Such a little thing makes such a big difference - have a guess

Interesting drum and bass entry at No.5  I am slightly concerned that a song titled Novemeber Spawned a Monster is evidently my favourite record out of 4,500 possible favourites.

This morning I eschewed the bike in favour of car. I awoke feeling as if I hadn't slept. No doubt Bobby had been looming over me in the night, probing my mind with his dreadful mind bummer. I vividly remember dreaming that I was to join the army, and that I was happy yet filled with a nameless dread. Perhaps of seeing my own legs blown off. Another dream involved me running about a large house, locking doors and windows against an unknown foe.

Hello Peeps, not been around for a while but like whatever, right?

Last night I was cycling home from work (that's 9 miles kids), and I happened across a couple of youths in Peckham. They were crossing the road and I was cycling down it. Hoods, Lo-slung denim. They had blue bags filled with cans of beverage, maybe some bottles of WKD or something. Now, cyclists will know that once you get a bit of steam up, having to slew to a halt is a royal pain in the arse, except at traffic lights of course, right? The youths seemed intent on continuing their course across the road despite my rapid approach and so some Hard Looks were exchanged as I braked and swerved at WHICH POINT the trousers of one of the youths dropped to the floor round his ankles.

The French lady upstairs surprised me yesterday by looming at me from her balcony.

She is an odd woman, in her early thirties but with very odd attitudes. For instance she complained that the bus that came to collect a neighbour's disabled child could perhaps wait at the bottom of the drive instead of driving up because the beeping noise it made when reversing disturbed her. Perhaps she would have felt happier watching the poor child limping past her window.
I don't play even mildly loud music any more. As soon as the first molecule of noise filters up to her flat she'll be either •stamping •banging •knocking on my door •ringing me up to complain. She'll even ring me up if she considers me to have flushed the loo too many times in an evening. She once asked me if I could hear her having sex.

So there she was, looming at me whilst I cowered.

"Eeeergh, 'allo Badgeeer. About your chat.

"Yes?"

"Ze bush over zergh in ze corneergh of my garden? Eet will grow very well I think. Your chat he is making poo poo undergh eet!"

I silently congratulated the cat.

What are the 10 most memorable music performances you've seen? (Remember, "memorable" may not be good.) 
Submitted by Bill. 

Sigur Ros
Leftfield
Eels
Carters unstoppable sex machine
Um, ten seems like quite a lot.

How nice to see you! And how are you keeping? And has the little problem cleared up? Good.

I thought a polite enquiry as to the wellbeing of my online chums would be nice. Please politely tell me how you are.

If you put together a time capsule today, what would you put in it?
Submitted by Lilia.

My cat.