Goings-on in Liverpool and Transylvania; publishing, HGVs, nonsense, wolves, bears and chickens. We could tell lots of stuff was happening, and it was kindly kept to 45 mins to save us all freezing solid in the dry, still but gelid January night air. Liverpool is good at producing large, good-tempered, happy crowds when the occasion demands, and it was great to be a part of it. Mourners shivering in a chapel are .

Ah, the good old days of innocence and fun. Winston Churchill, in reply. John Wilkes, in reply.

Games and tips to bust blocks and kick your imagination out of bed. Sometimes, the absence of something is as telling as its presence. Something missing, hidden, undeclared, veiled. A person, an object, an emotion. What is the most secret thing you know? What is the worst thing about your job? What do you crave? What feels good against your skin? What are you jealous of? What makes you raging mad? .

Tell us what you think, and help us improve next time. Saturday, 12 January 2008. Tucked into his coat pocket to while away the odd moment, Bryan is never without a Mini. Top marks and a Fort Knox-ful of gold stars to that man. Wednesday, 9 January 2008. From Szilvia Opavszki, in Hungary. I think that Mersey Minis.