- Her forearms are long and thin, and the sleeve of her floppy jumper keeps dropping as she fiddles with her empty teacup. She is reading Tolstoy.
- The sun is rising over Sidcup.
- I have padded plasters on my ankles as a preventative measure. Lots of walking today.
- Joel Stein doesn't want me to be his pen-pal. I have to say, I like his take on 'community'.
Welcome to a world of prurience we didn’t even know existed. No longer will the currious need to dig through the sleazier end of the tabloid press to get their thrills. We can all now view our serial killers’ MySpace page and shudder…