Okay.

Just so we’re clear, I had a range of working titles for this one. (Deadly Humour. Assassins Doesn't Expire. Depart For Assassins. )

I’ve fallen in love. Not with a big brawny lad name of Brutus, though I’m sure we all live in hope.

This time my heart’s desire is a place, and about 14 million people have already fallen for it, judging by the population.

I’m in London for a very small budgeted OE, and one of the things I was determined to spend my hard earned pounds on was the West End multiple Tony Award winning show, Wicked.

The US, recently, has caught my attention a couple of times by mentioning something called Shark Week. Bones saw a teacher take her class to an aquarium for it.

Well, this is it. The final hell hath no fury like a woman without Sunrise blog.

I think I’m fairly passive aggressive.

I am currently on the run.

Revolution. It takes all shapes and sizes, from the smallest whisper of protest to grand battles played out in many forms and guises.

“Viewers should not be afraid of their television networks. Television networks should be afraid of their viewers.”

That was somewhat bastardised from V for Vendetta, but I think it’s appropriate here.