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is truth.

I don't feel like writing when generally happy.

Just can't be helped. Why fight it? It results in rather awful pieces. Random disconnected rambling that I don't even feel like doing. Like somebody shoving a microphone in your hand and saying sing when you'd really rather be elsewhere.

I been having a wonderful time.

I can row! I can cook!(yum yum) Quite well too!

Is so cool.

It be nice yes yes. This interlude.

Oh and...I attended this. And this happened. Methinks I could be a journalist, cause that article doesn't quite capture how people felt in the hall. Or how a lone inquisitive Hindu with an unmarried Hindu partner (in a tight shirt and jeans, no less) would feel, especially in an atmosphere of scary looking thugs and women in corners with burqas.

My first experience of true nuttery. Was mildly shocked to find out later that these chaps have convicted terrorists among their number. Sheesh.

Little old me went there, dragging the girl along thinking it'd be a fun debate. We are NOT doing that again. Big Scary Men.