The men and women wearing fsociety masks were at it again this week, this time bombarding 888Poker with a series of Distributed Denial of Service attacks, upsetting the online giant days before they roll out their XL Eclipse Series. 

I’ve just turned the last page on a book of poems written by a man during the final days of his death. It makes me feel sadder than a cane sitting in a headmaster’s cupboard in 1987 and pushes my foot down on the accelerator.

I have shit to do before I die.

I need to get it done.