He's got lovely teeth, he's got lovely hair

Tony, Tony, Tony Blair.

Did you watch Parky today? (this question is directed to the reader, not to Tony Blair). If you did not you missed a pivotal politicohistorical moment. Perhaps. Tony Blair was being interviewed by Parkinson and due to a coinscidental lull in work like activity on my night shift I was free to watch it. Although the rest of the world seems to be caught up by his mention of a supreme deity in relation to his decisions over Iraq (SHOCK! GASP! A politician said something honest!) I am much more enamoured with his French gaff. C’etait tres amusant.

I can’t help it. Although I could never vote for Labour in a million years (that declaration’s probably gonna come back and bite me…) I do like Tony Blair. As a person. Seems like a thoroughly nice chap. Bit over eager perhaps. And I do feel sorry for him – I can’t help thinking that being Prime Minister and doing what he feels is his duty to the country, he’s probably shortened his life expentancy than if he say, arranged flowers for a living. However, that’s an assumption. Those florists can be mightily stressful people.

Anyways, where was I. Yes, I am currently partaking in an all night all you can stay a wake episode. My only proven way of breaking out of the “sleep 4am, wake noon” sleep pattern. Usually this sleep pattern is due to me being at home with nothing to do except sleep and work – I automatically adopt what I call my true sleep rhythm, which oddly matches that of my American friends on the East Coast. When Americans IM me to tell me they are going to sleep, I know I’ve moved to the West Coast. Or Australia. This week it is due to working the night shifts five nights out of seven. However, the solution is the same; pull an all nighter and attempt to make it to the following evening, whereupon sleep will be a speedy and blessed relief from the harsh light of 10pm.

Check out Mr Toaster’s … I’m sorry – this sentence is interupted for this important bulletin. When linking to a news article above I apparently linked to the Mirror. What was I thinking! This is better – French gaff – although that isn’t quite as effective; being a more grown up paper, the Telegraph fails to mention the French Gaff, and therefore makes my using it as a link fairly inappropriate. Never mind.

Again, check out Mr Toaster‘s rather groovetastic slinky supershots. Far out…