The clocks went back last night, and every time it's mentioned on TV or radio, there's always some comment about having an extra hour in bed. If I hear one again I'll scream.
Excuse me a moment. I need to scream.
And, of course, as usual, we have the demands from 'concerned parents' for BST to become standard, because they're worried about their children coming home from school in the dark. Apparently they are not bothered about their children going to school in the dark.
Wayne Rooney scored a hat-trick yesterday. Everyone commentator says it was a belated birthday present. Today Teddy Sheringham scored a goal for West Ham and everyone said, 'Life begins at 40.'
Some vicar is on about the Satanic influence of Hallowe'en, as he does every year, and a pagan 'spokesman' has been talking about discrimination. The health and safety police have been trying to get bonfire night banned, animal protection groups are trying to get bonfire night banned, the firemen's union is trying to get bonfire night banned, the Roman Catholic church is trying to get bonfire night banned.
Virgin Galctic are planning holiday trips into space and the TV is talking about 'the final frontier' and people boldly going there.
The weather forecasters are alternately apologising for rain and patting themselves on the back for providing hot weather in October, the last thing we want.
I've heard enough cliches, platitudes and logical fallacies to keep a whole weblog going for a year.
And I haven't even bothered listening to Radio Lincolnshire.
Malapropism of the day, courtesy of Mr Pardew, manager of West Ham: 'Losing eight matches on the trot was a milestone round my neck.'
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