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Two more songs done on medium, both first time, then time to go to Sainsbury’s. Two bottles of Reggae Reggae Sauce bought – result! Although I’m already thinking that maybe we should have stocked up with more.

Anyway, I’ve just been reading more stuff about this whole “politeness in the blogosphere” thing. Blogosphere? Did I get that right? Anyway, there seems to be people saying you should stop people being nasty to people online and others saying that forcing people not to be nasty is even nastier than being nasty. Or something. I think I agree with the latter. Not that I have much experience. Maybe I would have if, instead of listing games I’ve played, that I wrote things about gay rights, abortion and terrorism. (For the record: for, nothing to do with me, against.)

So it struck me that the solution to the problem of online aggression is easy. Everyone should write stuff that nobody else reads. Or at the very most that only three or four other people with similar interests and who broadly agree with the writer read. So, yes, people shouldn’t write about important stuff. Let’s limit the world’s blogs to dealing with specialist and/or trivial issues and let’s also write in long badly contructed sentences that lack necessay punctuation such as commas and hyphens and which go on a bit after they really should have stopped.

Yes, that’s the plan. And if you don’t believe me then you’re a ["silly person" - Ed].

I was rubbish tonight.

This is making me really want to play Mutant Storm again, probably because I can’t.

I’ve got games very similar to this on my 360. Mutant Storm, in particular. But I haven’t got a 360 right now and I needed a quick fix of blasting so I spent £3.49 on this little game. It’s not at all bad, though it shows up the rubbishness of the analogue sticks on the SIXAXIS more than most games. (That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.)

I’m at about 19,000 on the worldwide leaderboard right now, so there’s more competition for this than Super Rub ‘a’ Dub. Unfortunately, none of my four friends have played it, so there’s no competition from them.

Over and hour spent on the Nurburgring setting up my car, running practice laps and qualifying meant I started, for the first time ever, in pole position. A fine achievement, born of sweat, grit and concentration.

On the grid, nobody in front of me to crash into, just clear laps of this circuit I know so well. The countdown ends and the race starts. We come up to the first corner, I brake, the cars behind me don’t, Michael Schumacher slams into me and knocks a wheel off. Race over.

So, the number of races I’ve completed in this game now stands at… none.