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Please note that nominations for next week cannot be accepted until then.

1. Annie Rhiannon: How to strike up a casual conversation with a famous musician.

The trendy hotel I stayed in at the weekend happened to belong to a trendy recording studio, and I’d heard that its private bar was likely to be full of trendy rockstars on their lunchbreaks. You can imagine my disappointment, then, when the bloke from Coldplay walked in.

2. Diary of a Goldfish: Ant no mountain high enough.

AJ is on his hands and knees, chasing each ant with his fingers whilst reassuring them out loud that he means them no harm. Elsewhere, I am trying to persuade ants onto a piece of paper, so I can carry them back to the hole. Really.

3. Everything Is Electric: Too Much Information.

There is no need for the general public to know the details of my inner or outer workings, and that is in a very real sense the whole point of today’s post.

4. Known Turf: One of the worst things about my job is the tears.

You can handle kids’ crying. They scream their lungs out, they whimper until something distracts them. They sniffle, their faces contort, and all of a sudden, they stop. But how do you handle an old man’s tears? How do you handle the crack in an adult voice, sentences disappearing into illogical whimpers of protest?

5. Scaryduck: Mirth and Woe: Guildford.

The whole reason you were climbing up to the top board somewhere in the stratosphere was, as you might expect, to impress the opposite sex. If not the Amazonian lifeguards, absolutely anybody of the female gender above the age of consent that still had their own teeth. Even then, one or two of our number weren’t particularly choosy about upper age limits or dental records.

6. The Misssy M Misssives: Run Misssy Run!

Indy is looking at Mum with absolute delight. He has stopped hating her for the morning’s trauma, and now worships her as a superhero.

7. twobluefish: Moods & Words.

Then I’m home and I know I’m in a mood. Silence and booze because I need to get through this mood. I need to breathe it in and digest it and spit it back out. There’s no reason for it, it’s just there.