My tranquilisers are continuing to make sure I have sleepy train journeys to and from work.
Yesterday evening, as I awoke, I caught myself smiling. I don't usually smile on public transport. I hope this is not the start of a worrying trend.
Then again, maybe this is not the first time, but just the first time I've caught myself doing it. Maybe I always smile in my sleep and people know to steer clear of me.
If I start laughing in my sleep I may soon have the carriage to myself.
My current stats are reasonable, with about 20 odd regular readers. At least I hope you're all regular. You've got to be odd.
Search engine queries that come my way have recently become more predictable, however. I've had enough of Sandi Thorn's Flour in her hair and Bev Callard's ample bosom.
The following searches are like peaches in a bowl of rotting Golden Delicious...
What is the weight of the cocaine I buy in the little bag?
Sorry I can't help you, old son. Try taking some scales along next time you see your dealer.
Nick Park middle aged spread.
Yes, I can see it's possible. But why? Was he a sex symbol as a young man? Gone to seed?
Middle class wankers dinner parties.
Are you looking to attend one? Do you really think they'd advertise themselves as wankers? Look, there they are playing that game where someone sticks your character on your forehead and you have to guess who you are.
My post on the Bexleyheath rockabilly Scientologists has been found by someone in Chile. The post had been translated into Spanish.
Apparently "Four Mark Kermode lookalikes" is "Cuatro lookalikes de kumode de la marca."