Nice things are happening. For a start, the visa deadline is now over and I am relaxing in my office with a bag of pistachio nuts. Secondly, the hole that is Camden's Amphill Estate, on which I based Sukina's block in "Grafitti", is apparently undergoing some sort of facelift, and there are signs everywhere saying nice mysterious but optimistic Laboureseque things like "Working to improve communities". I don't think it's the community that's the problem, but anyway, we'll see what happens.

Finally Helmut Kohl, about whom I know little but am warming to by the second, has apparently published an autobiography which makes Margaret Thatcher look like a bit of a pillock. Apparently (or so says the Today Programme, so it must be true) she was so against the reunification of Germany following the fall of the Berlin Wall that she stamped her feet and made some statement about "we beat the Germans twice, we can do it again", and threatened to veto it. Ahh, those were the good old days.

As it's All Souls, (if you don't know what that is you skip ahead to the Horror Bunnies) I am going to break my No Sentimentalism rule and emblazon my blog with the names of the following: my grandparents Eva Garthwaite and Alfred and Molly Mackwood, great aunt Kathleen, Jesse Scarfe and Julia McCord (family friends) and Kirsty McPhie and Ashleigh Robinson (school friends.)

On a slightly lighter note, I was watching some rubbish on sky at the weekend about what makes a scary horror films. This link provides quite a good synopsis of some of the front runners, and is preferable for people like me who have little interest in horror films.