To relieve frustration, I have just spent half an hour tossing darts at the department dartboard. We had one, apparently, because a couple of my senior colleagues made some shrewed market speculation a year ago.. okay, okay.. they picked a winning 4D number. Part of the proceeds went towards purchasing a dartboard for the enjoyment of all.

In any case, there's something oddly therapeutic about watching sharp objects impale a corkboard target; or, more appropriately in my case, impale an area of one-metre radius surrounding the dartboard - (the whole dartboard, mind you, not the actual bullseye).

Looks like war has been averted by Saddam's tactical capitulation to permit weapons inspectors back in. Damn - and to think I was this close to taking an active interest in CNN again.