It's Children in Need today, which QI tells me started in 1980, which explains why I think it's been going on forever. I didn't do the usual running about in the road collecting from cars, but got to stand in a slightly warmer, dry bit with a bucket. Because no-one ordered in the weather today. Tin collecting for an hour isn't too bad - certainly after you've sat around for six hours sending people out, collecting them in and counting money. You get to do people watching, which is always interesting.

Tomorrow I'm off to meet crazy people (I didn't say it first) in London and then to the ZZ9 AGM. Although I realised the reason why my asthma's been playing up is because my brown inhaler has run out (I wish there was a better way of being able to tell) which isn't a good time because London always sets my asthma off. I will be driving to the train station, for the first time, so I don't have to stress about the trains being late and not meeting the buses.

And I haven't forgotten, here's another Sex Tips for Girls extract:

What with all these sex-role upheavels, men are a mess. They've been taught all their lives to act one way, and suddenly they're told they must act completely differently. They are strung out. Angry. Scared.

[...]

This leaves all of us in a pretty pickle. Men scared, women angry. Women scared, men angry. We don't know what to say to each other any more, even talking about the weather can be a bit fraught.

He: Nice day, although it's looking a bit cloudy over to the west.
She: What are you trying to do? Patronize me or what? You think I can't see those clouds? I don't need you to point them out to me.

Or

She: I really hope we have good weather this weekend.
He: Look, if this is your way of leading up to something, forget it. I already have plans for this weekend, and the last thing I need right now is a commitment.

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