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Or you could just go straight to the Firefox home page and download it direct. Whilst you are there, and if you still use Outlook Express to read your email (Dad), you should get yourself a copy of Thunderbird. It’s a state of the art email application that will help you to rid yourself of those nasty spam emails.

Commiserations to the nice people at Team New Zealand, your skipper for the next Americas Cup only managed unlucky thirteenth in the Finn regatta at the Olympics. The goods news, though, is that they have signed up the bloke who won, one Ben Ainslie, who just happens to be a Pom. I know one native of Canterbury province who will be be spilling his Sauvignon Blanc over that piece of news – eh.

On a similar note, congratulations to the mighty England cricket team on yet another crushing test victory. This is doubly good news for me. My ex-colleague Mr De Freitas rang me a month ago to offer me a ticket to the fourth day’s play of this the last test of the year. Sadly I had to decline as SWMBO is far too busy being pampered for me to get a day off. How lucky do I feel now though, as the cricket finished today and if I had got the ticket I would be left with a very empty day tomorrow. Instead I’ve got the delights of hoovering the carpets and washing the kitchen floor to look forward to.

Oh joy.

Once more I find myself riveted to the television viewing a major sporting event. I have to say that I am rather enamoured of the coverage provided by the BBC. I’ve mainly been watching the sailing, at least when JFGP will let me take a break from building towers of bricks and cups for him knock over.

Only one thing could make it better, the work of Messrs Slaven and Nelson – The Dream. Although I really don’t miss the Seven coverage as it is chock full of adverts and the commentary practically redefines the word parochial. Still, I’m sure there will be a DVD on sale (or for rent) when we return down under.

Last night I treated my beloved to a celebration meal. We went to Fifteen, just off the City Road and very fine it was too.

Sadly they didn’t accept washing up duties in payment (or fridge defrosting for that matter) so today the hunt for a new job starts in earnest. Step one is to update my cv. If you are reading this in Sydney and want to pay me lots of money for being marvellous, drop me an email. I’m available from mid October

Two things. My beloved gave me a copy of Eats, Shoots & Leaves as an anniversary present, so I shall be tracking down rogue apostrophes and shooting them on sight. You have been warned.

Secondly, when did medal become a verb? I have repeatedly heard on the Olympics telecast phrases such as "they medalled at the world and europeans" and (for the British swimmers) "that was a dissapointing race he/she medalled at the worlds last year." People, the correct phrase is "won a medal". Media muppets.

It was two years ago today that I pledged to love, honour and obey SWMBO. Happy anniversary darling, and may the rest of our years together be as good as the last two.

Just to show my dedication, I’m now off to defrost the fridge.

The new Finn Brothers album, Everyone Is Here is out on the 23rd of August. I’m first in the queue for a copy. I have a feeling in my water that it’s going to be rather good.

I’m surprised that the nice people at The Daily Mail Watch didn’t pick up on an absolute corker in today’s Fascist on Sunday. On Page 44 there is an "article" suggesting that the scientist Francis Crick was off his guord on acid when he discovered the structure of DNA. Whilst the story was quite preposterous what made this piece stand out for me was the picture of the bare breasted lady in 1970’s garb with the caption "LSD was popular amongst hippies".

Just pure class. With a capital k. They didn’t actually say that the prime minister supplied the famous scientist with his tabs, but I’m sure they would have if they could.

A new blog to read; Daily Mail watch. They read the daily (and sunday) fascist so that you don’t have to. [Courtesy of LinkMachineGo]

Of course, it’s all Tony Blair’s fault. Seriously, there was an article this week where they stretched logic to new levels of incredulity by attempting to prove that Sven Goran Eriksson’s love of the ladies was all the fault of the man in Number 10. Just priceless.

Number 1 in an occasional series;

"The only Friday I can take off is the Thursday."