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My life seems pretty regimented at the moment, in an unregimented kind of way. Get up, make sandwiches, have bath, get train, walk from Charing X to office, trawl sources, write daily e-mail summary, send it out, go to gym, exercise on bike, do weights, exercise on rowing machine, cool down with stretches, shower, dress, come back, do admin stuff, do a bit more writing, walk to station, go home, have a nap, get up, take pictures of the back of the house destruction demolition derby, fire up Party, laser several hundred dollars out of existence, go to bed. Into this maelstrom is thrown occasional bouts of eating, drinking coffee and other special occurrences that I do not have time to fit into the day anyway. Such as this afternoon, when I am popping up to Bishopsgate for Brit's interim results. This is all a bit of a waste of time, really, since I've already written and sent out the story. But, hell, it gets me out of the office, and the canapés are quite nice.

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Headline in today's Los Angeles Times, referring to the Supreme Court.

Next Bush pick could steer court to right

Damn, that blasts to hell my Betfair wager that he would pick Jesse Jackson. I felt sure that, given his previous picks had been right-wingers, that he would pick a far-left Liberal this time round. I used to have the same bad luck when I bet against the Harlem Globetrotters. I felt that their run was bound to end eventually.

Yes, I know that last joke was originally used by Krusty the Klown.