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Watch a documentary on Enzo Ferrari. Some interesting stuff I didn't know, and got to what Nuvelari race (that I can't spell his name is a small problem). And there were clips of Gilles Villneuve and Jody Schecter, plus Sterling Moss and Mike Hawthorne.

And cars. Lots of cars.

Other than that, I've been working on the fics I do have stashed somewhere handy. And I think I might have finished the reply to Merc's challenge. I'll look at it again tomorrow (the no posting after 3 o'clock rule has come into effect). It's either one of the best things I've ever written or one of the worst.

Other than that, the aforementioned Ric/Randy ficlet, and the next part of 'Kisses', there should be more Factory Town stuff. I've finally figured out Rico's backstory, and it involves an unlikely character.

Everything else that's nearly read appears to be LOTR, and there'll probably be an awful lot of hypocrasy on the beta reader front from me over some of them. I'm worried about the tone.

And I'm not even going into the Boromir lives comedy, which now resembles a comedy only in the old fashioned sense of the word of everyone getting a happy ending. But Boromir does not bring the laughs.
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Liverpool v Newcastle promises to be good. And even if it's not, there is the pretty that is Hugo Viana to consider. If he's playing.
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Had minor row with Mum over not going to Inland Revenue office to sort out form of evil. Is IRs own fault for shutting at four and not opening on a Saturday, oh and mine for being a lazy cow, but I'm trying to forget that. Anyway in a fit of pique I decide to look at the form. Which turns out not to be evil at all. Mum was worrying me over nothing at all.

So I'm good.

Grrrr

Why is it that every time the experts say a child needs a father to grow up to be a good, clever, upstanding member of society, I want to kill?

Oh yeah, 'cause I never had one. And despite my male role models as a child being a scaffolder and his friends, and a know-it-all who always made me feel bad, I think I've turned out okay.

I'm clever, witty, reasonably musical. I can write and converse, I'm good with people, in fact I'm a damn sight better than a lot of people I know who did have a nuclear family.

But the real reason it annoys me so much is because it hurts my Mother. I know she feels a little guilty about me not having a normal upbringing, I do have to keep telling her I'm much happier this way.

And it's not her fault.

I wish so-called-experts would stop talking and publishing such utter crap.

I am who I am, not because I don't have a father, but because I have the most fantastic mother on the whole planet.

Grrrr.

Your normal happy Red will be returned forthwith, I just needed to get that out of my system.