Touch wood, sleep tight
Well, expecting that Kid B wouldn’t sleep every again after saying he was doing so well, I touched wood, wore my lucky rabbit’s paw, prayed to the God of all that is holy, put on my lucky underpants and burnt an efigy of George Bush whilst pushing pins into a voodoo dummy of Tony Blair.
Seems to have done the trick, he didn’t wake until 4am this morning and I think that was because it was very very cold. And an added bonus, Kid A hasn’t had an accident for three days.
After saying this, I’m off to run over a black cat, walk under a ladder and step on all the cracks.
Btw, Saddam, if you want to avoid capture, build yourself a replica London Underground and sit waiting for a train on the Circle Line. Or wait at the other end of the M11. Oh, and can you bring some sand with you, we seem to running short.