So during the London Marathon, someone died. Terrible shame that. As a former Londoner, I can say with total authority that joggers are annoying, and possibly a glimpse of what humanity is destined for if we continue in our quest to remove our intellect and lose all communication skills. Two points of interest though - firstly - at least he finished the run. It's not like he's a quitter. Secondly, this takes the death count of the London Marathon to 9. Nine! I'm surprised the Daily Mail aren't calling for the abolition of jogging as a killer craze.
Also I want to mention that the coast of queensland appears to have become rather more dangerous than it used to be. In the last couple of weeks we've had not one, but two instances of crew disapearing from boats. The first case in particular seems to have startling similarities to everyone's favourite weird boat story, the Marie Celeste.
At the moment the smart money is on pirate raids (eye patches are apparently non-compulsory), and the hopeful money is on the fact that the crew will be found on one of the nearby desert islands (in a land of fairies and elves no doubt). I however am neither hopeful nor smart so I present option 3 - The Kraken Awakes! Admittedly, norse legend suggests that this bugger lives in the sea near Iceland, but maybe he's emigrated? Well would you want to spend 400 years living in the artic ocean? A change of scene would be nice wouldn't it?
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