I woke up this morning to bright sunshine yet again. How much longer can this go on for? We brits aren't used to good weather. Extended bouts of sunny days makes us go all loopy, doing daft things like jumping off bridges into dangerous rivers, slowly roasting ourselves where-ever we find a spot to lie down, and discovering how far you can stretch fashion before foreigners are visibly nauseous. I have an uncontrollable urge to buy bottles of cheap cider and watch the world go by. Hang on... What's going on?... Is that a cloud I see in the sky? Look there, there's another one. And another. Oh ye gods we're being invaded by cloud! Nice, white fluffy clumps of dreary dampness. Welcome back English weather.

Oh yes, I forgot. The air restrictions for flights in and out of Britain are lifted today. It was an omen.

The Scourge Of Energy Drinks

I see in the news that a woman on an Anti-Social Behaviour Order has blamed her bad attitude on her addiction to Red Bull. Fifteen cans a day? Fifteen? How can she afford it? That's