Not much to report; or, a sudden inability to type

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

I was going to do you a lethal bullet of a post about the BBC and the mad egotism of Alex Salmond, the inexplicable First Minister of Scotland, who is saying that my human rights are being breached because he has not been invited to take part in the election debates. I did not notice my human rights being breached, so it was lucky he was on the lookout. I was going to broaden it out into a general argument about the BBC in general and how politicians regard it in particular. I was going to throw in something about Scottish devolution. I was going to make a joke about ABC World News in America and how it shoots Diane Sawyer in soft focus. (I watch it, mesmerised; I never saw a newscaster filmed with Vaseline on the lens before).

But I had to think about porn today, and it's just worn me down. At least I managed 1600 words, unlike yesterday, when I brought gazing out of the window to a performance art. So I have a slight holy glow of achievement, but also the definite sense that my brain has stopped working. I never quite understand why the simple act of thinking can be so enervating, but there it is. Or rather, there I am, in a small pile of collapse in the corner.

I am only good for eating ham and soda bread with slightly too much butter, which is what I am going to do now.

In the meantime, I leave you with this, which for some reason made me laugh immoderately -

http://www.buzzfeed.com/rickt2/astro-squirrels-akd/

(It's not just the squirrels. It's the naughty editor's comment.)