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Gonzalo Perez. Or Antonio Perez. Or, even better, Antonio's mistress (lost an eye in a duel aged 12)

Blogger is acting up again. And writing about Irish history makes me nervous.

As part of our existence, I would like to institute a campaign.
The campaign is this
"The campaign for neat hair during essay crises".
It should be possible. There is no reason why writing or typing should mean that one's hair automatically becomes a state. In fact, there are often arguments against it, such as the fact that there are many forms of fidgeting I use while stressed which do not involve any contact with my hair at all, indeed I often do not seem to have touched it, but once it encounters an essay it becomes a mess. This is extremely annoying, as when one has an essay it would be quite nice to feel as though life as normal was continuing, and that despite the appalling prose which has just been written by me, I am at least presentable. Also, given the proportion of life spent on essays one quickly realises that this means my hair is never neat.

So, I'm not quite sure what the campaign will do, but joining can't hurt.

Why am I ill and writing essays again? And why do essays have such a dire effect upon tea (the "I honestly can't drink two cafetieres of coffee and a pot of tea in one day therefore do actually need something awful and herbal such as nettle" effect). The odd attitude towards Juno remains, and I had the fun of attempting to explain the plot of "I, Claudius" to an half asleep person the other day. Oh, a piece of advice: do not watch fall asleep watching aforementioned drama. 'tis confusing...
Now shall return to essay.

Two things which would greatly improve the world:
1)More chaise longues. Am less in need of them than I was, but chaise longues should be mandatory.
2) On the tube the dot matrix indication of when a train is coming should read "Nigh" when the train is due in less than a minute.