"And Kansas, she said, is the name of the star"

In a shocking turn of events, I find myself in an extraordinary good mood today. I'm feeling most unusual.

Do I name this feeling? Is it...? Could it be...? Optimism?

Nooooo. That's not possible.

...Is it?

Yet somehow, things are looking unusual bright, even on a grey, wet and overall craphole day. I'm accompanied by Les Sans Culottes, who are keeping me cheerful. I'm about to write a news brief about Paris Hilton being attacked by a monkey (ah, wonderful news -- now if only they'd all rebel and eat her alive...). I'm owed large quantities of money.

And I owe an apology to a number of people who've had to deal with me being a moody, miserable twat for the last little while. Some of you will get nice emails. Others will just have to satify yourselves with the glow that comes with reading this.

Which I'd best get to before the mood crashes completely in the next few hours.