QUOTE(Solari @ Jul 17 2009, 12:21 AM)

QUOTE(pianocelloflute @ Jul 17 2009, 12:19 AM)

QUOTE(Solari @ Jul 17 2009, 12:15 AM)

I'm not tired either

Not good, is it?! Maybe we need someone to bash us over the heads with something hard soon, and then somehow wake us up in the morning...

Stop stealing my ideas

No, what you need is the shipping forecast.
Seamus Heaney wrote a sonnet "The Shipping Forecast", which opens:
Dogger, Rockall, Malin, Irish Sea:
Green, swift upsurges, North Atlantic flux
Conjured by that strong gale-warming voice,
Collapse into a sibilant penumbra.
The Carol Ann Duffy poem "Prayer" finishes with the lines:
Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer —
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.