The Curmudgeon whisked us over to the other side of the river (don't worry, I washed my hands afterwards) last night to see the Short & Girly Comedy Gala and it was funnnneeeee. It was all funny but we liked Hannah Gadsby the best. Plus, we ate googleflugelkugel from Monarch Cakes which is now available by the slice, by the kilo. You can buy a piece as big your head, all you need to do is mime the size you want to the lovely counter lass with the spatula and lo, all the googleflugelkugel you could ever want is yours. It's also chocolateyer than the whole cakes - that's a golden tip from Counter Lass, straight to you. Use it well.

As we waited for the tram we were marvelling at Socialists Corner. You know the spot. The one with all the shouty young people with badges and banners. Issue of the week, etc. Then Tim Ferguson (you know, the pretty one from DAAS) walked up to us and said he thought they should spend some time shouting about North Korea which is rather a nightmarish dictatorship. Today's Left is making us look bad, he said. Those Trotskyites should go talk to some Sparticists. It was altogether far more pleasant than my last unsolicted interaction with a stranger on or around our fine system of tramways - earlier this week, a gentleman spouting religious babble was simultaneously enjoying a rather unholy transaction between his crotch and my left buttock. Since the enjoyment was not mutual, I departed quick-smart.

It's Talk like a Pirate Day! Curmudgeon is demonstrating how to talk like an internet pirate. Something about bitorrents and downloads. Dork.