I have a plan...Every so often (when work shifts allow) I'll go and find something that really annoys me, and submerge myself in it. Then Blog the results. So coming up soon...The Tate Modern!

I had a nice relaxing nightshift, picking up drunks from kebab shops (why they don't just pass out in their own homes I'll never understand) and making "Maternitaxi" runs across half of London for people who are not going to give birth within the next 16 hours.

This means I've had a nice quiet night with no trouble, which means I get to go home with a skip in my step and a song in my heart.

However, that all went horribly wrong when I went home and saw this on the BBC newsite.

And of course this.

...Can I be first in line to torch a teenager.

...Nine hours later and the gits keep running out of the way too damn fast...

...like trying to swat flies.