Blah! Two nights without sleep puts me in a grumpy mood and this morning an obnoxious man at the cafe nearly felt the Wrath of Capt Mission.
Here's how it panned out.
Every morning I enjoy my coffee at the cafe where i meet professor Leary for our mornings debrief, my ritual is the dissection of the 'Herald' which I loath as a newspaper, it's a left wing lifestyle magazine for university types and your general middle class property owning socialists, who can't think their way out of a paper bag, they are enslaved by their believes and justifications abound.

Anyways except for Paul Sheehan, who is the only journalist who thinks beyond ideology i generally like to scan the papers contributions and pull them apart, while the Proff offers his opinions. Well this morning a new face stood there with the paper talking for hours to some girls, with the paper folded up under his arm. Now this is a communal paper, that the little Sicilian lady always buys, cos she knows how important it is for us.
Well this guy was looking at me from the corner of his eye, knowing fully well that i needed that paper, coffee just doesn't taste the same without the Herald. Most people like sugar in their coffee, i like a paper. So the oaf sits down, and reads the paper, doesn't even order a coffee, just sits there because he knows it's going to bug me. Then just as i go, he throws the paper down and smiles at me as he walks off.
This is what's known as provocation. I went had a surf, but rest assured the matter is not over, he is my adversary, nemesis, the selfish paper hoarder of Newport, we will cross paths again.
Tim Leary and I debate what makes a good dictator and who would be in the top 5, certainly the 20th century has been the best period for manevolent dictators

Top Five Dictators, not in any order

Pol Pot
Mao Zedong
Stalin
Hitler
Idi Amin

Car for a service $250 and the bad news about my calipers, blah, thats goning to cost another 250, what's the point in having a car. Cars. I hate them, there was a time i really enjoyed driving them around, but now i have come to see them as evil death machines, they destroy the planet and their owners are selfish and irresponsible. One day all cars will be melted and the roads will be beautiful gardens that hover craft skim over.

Then it's another mad crazy race around Newport to find a JP. I mean there was a time where every other person was a JP. Now you have to hunt them down, almost an extinct species. Yes it's your photographic prize $20 000 for the bald archie's and i am going to put my picture of the Proffessor in, despite the conspiricy against me, i beat the rules and regulations and got my entry in on time. It's called Earthed, and one day i'd like it to be on a Church cd cover.