So its 3.50pm on a Sunday afternoon and I am at the LAN, watching cars go round and round a race track on the telly (or not go round and crash off, alot, as the case may be).

Am I bored?

You betcha

Are my chocolate chippie biscuits universally loved?

Of course

Am I actually watching the race?

Not on your life

Am I, in reality, alternating between stalking the journals and reading my book in the semi darkness, causing premature wrinkling and/or blindness?

Uh-huh

Ah, the things I do for love

One third of the race over...its gonna be a long afternoon

Time for refueling; Vanilla Coke and Grain Waves