You got the touch.

I woke up listening to the Transformers soundtrack from the 80's cartoon movie. There is actually no better way to start the day.

Work was another deadly quiet day, but due to the limitless "currys craic", it was still vaguely enjoyable and the biggest part is that I'm getting paid for it. The big launch of Norton Gold tomorrow meant there was a big shipment of displays to go out this evening. I attempted to build them, but doing so is a feat on par with the building of Stonehenge. I did not succeed.

I discovered today that not only have Noah and the Whale done more than one song (five years time), but that some of said songs are really good. They've got a simplistic, very low production value sound which is nice only if done well; far too often artists use this sound to appear "cool", but it comes across as very pretentious. Noah and the whale however, pull it off. The big thing that struck me with them though is their lyrics; there are some amazing lyrics in the songs, such as this;

For your heart is like a forest, it grows,

and its the rain, but just the sun that lets it bloom,

and you don't know how it feels to be alive,

until you know how it feels to die

I got home today slightly earlier than usual, as I got a lift from Jonathan, where my brother demonstrated what he has learnt from a few weeks of Karate Lessons. Suffice to say that considering he is only 7, he has quite a punch. And a kick... Thankfully, he's only four feet tall, so my face was well out of his reach.

Finally I caught glimpses of a nauseating BBC show about fatuous BBC Scotland "celebrities" kayaking the Caledonian canal. The only reason I mention this is because amongst the flat jokes and forced drama there was a brief shot of my house. Not a shot in which my house was just visible; a shot OF my house. It's both cool and a bit unsettling when you consider that literally tens of people across Scotland were staring at my house briefly where just behind the window I was going about my daily routine unaware of the malevolent lens peering at me. Due to this, I shall never again be opening the front door looking less than ready for a dinner party in the off chance that "TV bloopers 78" features a clip of me letting the dog out and my dressing gown spills open.

So on that image, I shall be going to bed as I have a mother of a headache just now.