Last year I wanted to find out what happens to butterflies in winter. They don't migrate and they can't die because otherwise there wouldn't be any caterpillars in the spring. Well, now I know the answer. They all hide in my shed. Seriously. I went in there to get a broom out this afternoon and there were loads of them snoozing on the ceiling. :)

A little while ago, I picked up an album by a band called 'The Glove' for £1 in a bargain bin because I liked the song titles. I played it last week and thought it sounded oddly familiar and yet somehow... wrong. Here's why. My goth-fu must be stronger than I thought. Either that or I'm entirely rubbish for not knowing who they were in the first place.