Poop on a traffic warden...

......Owen and his chum Ethan are playing an internet game. The principal character seems to be an urban pigeon whose mission is to poop on as many traffic wardens as possible; charming. Interesting that the parental control software didn't consider crapping on a traffic warden to be inappropriate content.

This never ending dose of manfu persists and so I tackled the christmas card writing whilst listening to Radio 6. This year I bit the bullet and typed our address book into Excel and then ran a mail-merge to create sticky labels for the envelopes. I like the "couldn't even be bothered to write your address on the envelope" sentiment that this projects. Ho, bloody ho.