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At 6.30am there is a quiet coffee with my wife, then I wake my son and steal his sleepy warmth as I carry him down the stairs.

Then later, I try to determine whether I loathe religious extremists and advocates of belief sanctioned murder any more or any less than the unemployed shitkickers who take up mother and child parking spaces.

Also, I am giving serious thought to the idea of killing Human Greed as a name, and adopting something new, something with less meaningless baggage.

Time to visit the Big Black Hill and examine my intent, I think.