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Last night I held an impromptu Bagpuss-viewing evening, which was good fun although I still have one of the songs stuck in my head on repeat play. It makes a nice change to have guests rather than being one; there's a feeling of unaccustomed luxury at the thought that when everybody else is leaving to make their way home, you don't have to go anywhere :-)

(If anyone reads this and is offended not to have been invited: sorry, but there wasn't really room for anyone else owing to my small living room. Such is life. Display enough interest and it might happen again at some future date...)

This was duly followed by the usual sort of chitchat, such as speculation as to the chemical state of the writer's mind, wonderings about why the mice suddenly begin to undergo character development in the last two episodes rather than sooner, and mutterings about how children's TV isn't what it used to be. ("Professor Yaffle, I choose YOU!" just doesn't have the same ring to it, somehow.)

Visitors were particularly welcome because I've been getting very bored at home recently; I blame the weather, which makes it very uncomfortable for me to do any prolonged hacking because my precautionary Tubigrips are excessively hot. It's all right at work because we have decent air conditioning (and this year it hasn't even broken down yet!), but proper aircon is unfortunately not a standard fixture in ordinary residential sorts of places. It should be.

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Surely you could construct your own aircon out of butterbeans and breadcrumbs?

Damn, I remember far too much bagpus. I should store something more useful in that bit of my brain.

Children's TV is fine. Just not American adaptations of other people's children's TV. Remember, the original Pokemon has inflatable breasts.