I got an early birthday card through my door yesterday. Well, a card prominently mentioning my birthday, at least. All right, it had ‘OFFICIAL POLL CARD’ written on it.

So there's a local election on my birthday this year. I fear this might lead to a substantial risk of me accidentally turning in a ballot paper on which I've written ‘Arrgh, I've just turned thirty, how on earth do you expect me to have any idea who to vote for under those circumstances?’.

Today I've had spam suggesting a link exchange between my website and some hair styling websites. The odd thing is that they bill themselves as ‘white hat sites’. I'm not sure that description would give me confidence in a hairdresser in particular; it suggests that I might get a haircut so bad I had to wear a white hat to cover it! (Though, I suppose, a white-hat hairdresser is probably an improvement on a black-hat hairdresser, since the latter must be someone who maliciously shaves your hair off while you're passed out at a party.)

Finally, it occurred to me last night that manual dexterity is of course the skill required when you throw the book at someone.