Well, hey! How are you? Yeah, that's great. Hey, it's really good to see you. Yeah, way too long. Oh, you know how it is. Totally, yeah, we really should. Hey, what's your mobile?

Okay, so it's been two weeks since our last lollies, due to technical difficulties, ie we ran out of space, and then I ran out of time. Life sucks, get over it, move on, okay? Then I tried to post this morning and, you know, no electricity. No electricity means no coffy, no worky, no shoppy, no nothingy except read a booky.

From young Chris and young Mark both we have Patrick Barkham of the Guardian, who reckons super-size wine glasses help create “unwitting alcoholics”, but we know no other kind… of glasses.

And from Chris via Boing Boing: One of the eternal questions answered: Can a human subsist on a diet of monkey food? Blogger Angryman wanted to know, for the good of human kind. “Maybe I'll lose weight," he surmised, "maybe I'll gain superhuman monkey strength. Maybe I'll go crazy. Maybe it's too late…" It certainly hasn't made his toilet smell any better.

Also, via Arts and Letters: "Those without theories write better", says the always fascinating Clive James in his New York Times review of American Movie Critics - An Anthology From The Silents Until Now, edited by Phillip Lopate.

From Mark, for all fans of the late great Charles Bukowski, Factotum has made it to screen and will be here for the film fest. You know, guys in bars, humour, violence (poignant insights may offend). And also this interview with Alan Partridge's alter ego Steve Coogan.

From Stephen, everyone's favourite Canadian on "Turnip Day moments" and presidential authenticity.

From little ol' me, did you know a 500 pound bomb weighs 606 pounds? Or that 616 and not 666 is the number of The Beast.

'sall. Ciao.