Was I ever that noisy when I was young?

Curses. I want to write. However, it's too hot to be in here without the window open, and next-door's children, and the other next-door's, and all the next-door-but-one-or-two's, and assorted friends and relations and strangers, are playing just outside, with loud screaming and shouting. Can't concentrate. Off to watch last night's "Lost" instead, in a room on the other side of the house, where the three constantly-barking dogs at the bottom of our garden are at least not quite as distracting as screams with words in.

When I was that age, I was in bed by 7.30.

*mutters darkly about the youth of today*

Not fair!

Aaargh! Empire Online is giving away tickets to a mystery advance screening of a film that sounds suspiciously like the Firefly movie. One of the cinemas showing it is just across the water from here. The trouble is, I'll be in Warwick on a three day course that day. Grrr!!!

And while we're grr-ing... the aptly-named GRR Martin still has "TBC" on his website, regarding his UK signing tour that starts in not much over a month.

I think there's a conspiracy to keep me from my obsessions.