Harumph, something happened to either my connection, or Blogger, just as I published this morning so my well thought out script vanished into the internet ether. Anyway, Patrick, who, apart from threatening me over yesterdays anagram interview, spends far too much time contemplating the dark side, wishes me to show you this, we don't know exactly how the world will end, but here are the options. Mind you, people keep on claiming that the world is about to end, and they are always wrong, thankfully. It has been a slow morning at work, so we've been making a potato nativity, cunningly combining leftovers from both the kitchen and the Christmas decorating. But whilst our festive tuber scenario is homely and pleasing, the nativity made by these sick bastards is evil and distressing, and it smells really bad. From reading further down this page, I find that the fable of the condemned mans last meal is a tissue of lies, they wouldn't even allow him a light beer, well I'm not raping or killing anyone if I can't have a Lafitte '87 to go with my final dinner, so there.