The Heromachine is ace and I demand you all embarass yourselves by dressing up in lycra forthwith. (This isn't me, by the way - it's based on something I was meant to be doing for Nanowrimo but chickened out of): More powerful than a locomotive, more stylish than Submariner.

I got home tonight to find my flatmate had got a woman in to clean. Well, technically, her mum had got herself in and decided to pretty much strip the floorboards and polish the cutlery to within an inch of its life. It's tidy now. Almost too tidy... I sit down and the place looks a mess. Hell, if it wasn't for my collection of band merchandise mugs, a responsible person could be the owner of my kitchen.

I'm scared.

Dave xx

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