That moment when you're stood in front of the class and have nothing left to say.

There's still fifteen minutes left in the class.

I could talk about the "murderous" anti-austerity (as if anybody wants austerity) mob who decided to attack an MP who was making the pint of using public transport. I could talk about how it's a cheap way for them to release their anger while feeling good about themselves. Oh wait, I've done that already before today's attack on Carswell.

OK, well the FIFA arrests are the big news. I could chat about that, as I did years ago when I publicly called for a World Cup boycott, supported the Worawi Out campaign and spoke to a journalist who was on the corruption trail. Ah,so....that's old blogging, too.

Ok , well what about the news that the BBC spent the equivalent of nine-hundred licence fees per year buying copies of Britain's most left-wing known newspaper, The Guardian? I mean, that could lead into a long talk about the bias of the Beeb....oh, damn.

OK, who's up for a game of Hangman?