So, I thought I'd come back on here to share a few moments of life.

After the Commons vote today, I eagerly waited for my top sport of choice: watching a hapless Home Office short straw have a little chat with Jeremy Paxman.

Jeremy: "Hi"
Denham, MP, "Hi"
Jeremy: "How's it?"
Denham, MP: "Well, you know."
Jeremy: "Blair didn't vote in a debate that was lost by one. Comments?"
Denham, MP: "I...like being an MP?"

Jeremy Paxman is an awful person, a bully, a domineering human scare tactic, and I really don't want to see anyone else doing his job.

Today, I saw a man with a white stick holding an open video camera in his other hand. I've been stuck on it all day, and I'm still coming up with Whutuhguh. Can he see when he get's back home? So he tapes his day and then watches it back later? Are their days where he's had his back turned to all the action?

The current TV show is about John Bobbit: the man who had his penis cut off. Come back, come back. It's hilarious. "John woke up that morning to everyman's nightmare. He's penis had been cut off". Woke up? WOKE UP? I'm guessing he had a rough night. "Honey, have you seen my penis? I'm late for work?" "You're moody this morning." "Yeah, I lay on my bad shoulder all night, then you cut off my penis. What you cooking?"

Done. Ta please.