When you're trying to write up a post about shale gas and then along comes another whole body of evidence too further complicate matters. Well the words "f**k" and "that" come to mind, at least for now. I also highly appreciate hour long phone calls from people who just can't wait to tell me about how horrible their train journey was. I mean, that means a lot to me, that you selected me to call up and bore to death with your inane story about how long it took to get back from London.
"Oh really, they made you switch to a bus replacement service? That's horrible! They should absolutely pay for individual taxis for you all. After all, I'm sure the fault wasn't completely out of their hands and there's nothing they could have done about it, right? Evil b******s!".
Then no sooner does the phone go down when it rings again "can you look after your nephews for a few hours?". Erm, how about "no", because I'm actually quite busy with my own life. We have these things called babysitters. You pay them money and they will look after your kids for you. It's remarkable what you can get people to do for money these days.
And I've just realised I've become the guy on the train, moaning down a phone line. On that note, links and vids time!