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A sunny day in Pompey, but some unpleasant news from the school I used to teach at. One of the kids I used to teach and who is in Austen's form, had an accident during the half term and is now in a coma that has been induced by the hospital. The kid is a bit of a bad lad, bright but naughty. He was on the roof of a local primary school and fell through the skylight.

When these things happen at school it always appals, you'd think you'd raise your eyebrows and tut something about how they were asking for it, but the truth is, you don't want bad things to happen to them you just want them to behave properly and not ruin everyone else's education.

Last year, a lad who had been excluded from the school had a fatal accident misusing a forklift truck. He had been a nightmare at school but he had a lot of friends and the whole thing was a huge shock for everyone.

So, it seems that tomorrow is 06/06/06, or put another way, 6/6/6. This works both in American notation and the rest of the world notation, a numeric palindrome. One of Sue and Austen's friends has a strong chance of giving birth tomorrow, bets are on as to whether they will call the child Damian. I'm guessing not.

I'm surprised that the England football team didn't time their arrival in Germany to coincide with 666. Much to the irritation of some of the locals, they arrived today. If you look at the article you'll notice that they've trained David Beckham to wave. Hopefully he won't speak on TV, because then, even if England win, we will be humiliated as a nation. As though it weren't bad enough that in the world of football, 'England' and 'Germany' have become adjectives, why I even used it as such myself.

Football, the lowest common denominator. Which reminds me, early reports of today's maths paper were that it 'wasn't too bad'. Time will give the lie or truth to that.