Entire Government on Cannabis - Official

With the admission now that Harriet Harman smoked cannabis as a student, that brings the number of cabinet pot-heads to six, with numerous others admitting to the odd crafty joint back in the day. You can imagine the scene in cabinet meetings. An assortment of Che Guevara t-shirts, paisley and patchouli at one end of the table and the squares sat with Gordon Brown scowling at the other.

The other lot are not much better. At least 8 of them admitted some sort of drug use in their past. David Cameron has refused to comment, but rumours abound that he partook of the odd joint back in college. It's practically reefer madness in the halls of Westminster at the moment.

The worst part is the way they're all saying, "oo, it's bad, you shouldn't do it." when they all clearly have and it hasn't done them any harm. What they should be saying is "don't do it if you're poor, as we were all middle to upper class, had good schooling and healthy prospects, so for us, it was just a bit of a wheeze, whereas for you, it's clearly all you have, takes away a serious amount of your income and might well ruin your life." Which would be more honest.

It's stopped raining Lost

I can't believe it, but it's actually stopped raining. It's making me nervous. Still, the lawn looks lovely after all the rain, and it's kept the frogs happy. It's nice to see the sun for a bit though.

In other news, there are now two Lost lookeylikeys at work. To go with the John Locke lookeylikey in the canteen, there's now a Charlie lookalike working in the factory. No sign of a Kate unfortunately.

I've not watched Lost since Murdoch got his grubby paws on it after outbidding Channel 4, though I'm told it dipped in quality during the first half of season 3, I'd still appreciate a chance to make my own mind up, without having to give Murdoch any of my money. Now apparently the dirty digger has set his sights on acquiring the Wall Street Journal, a newspaper that prides itself on impartial journalism. God knows what he'd do to it if he got his paws on it. Actually, I think I can imagine some pretty horrible things.

I'm so tired at the moment. I'm on holiday from Friday for two weeks and to be honest I can't fucking wait. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job, but it's so long since I had any decent time off, I'm really looking forward to this holiday. Hopefully it won't involve too much DIY.

Partying like it's 1998

Some elite Egyptian hackers have taken down a messageboard I visit regularly. Aside from spoiling my fun, something I take great exception to, they've now done it twice. Twats.

I wouldn't mind so much, but they're so obviously kids. The lovely anonymity of the internet we all know and love protects them from the average web browsing joe like me. It's hardly the fucking Pentagon, so they're not even going after anything dangerous, i.e. likely to wake up surrounded by CIA with a personal invitation to experience rendition first hand. Hopefully normal service will be resumed sometime soon or the little scrotes will get bored and find someone else to bug.