Today my Sunday included: making a birthday cake for a friend (carrot, walnut, orange, coconut...), playing some Armagetron, and getting asked for ID when buying papers. PAPERS! I ask you. Since I didn't have my driving licence on me, I told the checkout person where to go and I went to the next shop.

It far put me in the mood for revenge, so it did. But then, I'm not about to ruin the Sunday of a fat, ugly cretin just because she had the presence of mind to pursue the store age policy... So maybe I'll do it later in the week.

I'm 23. Apparently you can buy cigarette papers from age 16 in the UK, and I certainly don't look 15.