Lots of "666" posts out there, tomorrow being 06/06/06 and all. Even Tim Blair gives the date a mention. Readers if any will thus be fascinated by the fact that the Drunkablog's phone number ends in "666." This is why nobody ever calls him, he tells himself.
The Drunkablog has also been bothered by a recurring vision--Master Damien in his Buster Brown suit, peddling his little trike ashore at Normandy. That'd scare the sh*t out of the naaazies, wouldn't it?
Update: He still has the tricycle.