Aside from the amount of road-kill under my tyres, and my antipathy to elderly and incontinent cats, I like to think I'm fairly mellow about the other, non-human, inhabitants of this planet.
Those that inhabit England, at least.
But I hate wasps. They seem to be a pointless creature. Someone explain to me the reason for wasps? (aside from being generally evil.)
During a particularly liquid lunch today, I demonstrated my knack for capturing the little so and sos in a beer glass and drowning them in the dregs (well, at least they die happy.)
A friend demonstrated his method: letting them land on his hand and flicking them at walls.
I was suitably impressed.
Tonight will be a good night. A large crowd of boys and girls, a curry, and a game of Spoof. Life doesn't get better. I may do a drunken update at around 12...
