Please accept my apologies for not writing but there has been a lot to keep me busy at Chez Shrugged and not much to write about. After my 7-day week of nights my 3-day week of lates was entirely uneventful despite all sorts of shenanigans going on upstairs. Riots, what riots?

Apart from the local Blockbuster being ransacked and having all it’s windows smashed the closest the tumult came to my locale was on Tuesday night when some little hooligan lobbed a brick at the bus I was going home on. It fell short of the windows and hit the side with a resounding thud; Team GB’s search for a Gold medal shot putter goes on.