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Wednesday 8.10.03

ALL the lights in our building went out last night apart from ours and another flat's. This confirms what I have suspected for a long time; namely that our flat is blatantly shoddily built, dodgily wired and will probably all fall down by teatime, but fuck it, will probably just stand there giggling when it does :-)


Thursday 9.10.03

I fucking despise the Catholic Church sometimes. When I am running the world and capable of invasion of random, terrorist states (bit like George Bush,) I know exactly which snivelling, sinde little state just next to Rome I will pick on first.


Tuesday 14.10.03

BIT of a shocker of a weekend for one reason and another, and have been bloody busy too. Why am I constantly in a flap?

So Thursday night I had dinner with Claire and Leigh, which was all very nice and civilised (I hadn't met Leigh before so was on best behaviour; reminds me of the time I met Claire's parents for the first time and she rattled off a list as long as my leg of things I wasn't allowed to say or do; am I that repulsive? Evidently :-)) and then Friday, erm, what happened on Friday?

Oh yeah, couldn't be arsed to go out in the evening so I stayed in with Charlie. Went home Saturday afternoon for a bit, met Victor for a chilly stroll along the Thames, did very little on Sunday apart from gas to lots of people on the phone, back home Sunday night to help pack up the house in view of the imminent move to Yorkshire from Harrow (this takes place tomorrow) and then came back yesterday, met Will for a drink. And did abosolutely bugger all work. But never mind.

Not going to be blogging again until Friday at the earliest as am off to Yorkshire with mother tomorrow, so something for you to think about in the meantime - I drunkenly saved a number into my phone about a week ago and I can't remember what it is now. Far from being sensible and saving it in my phone-book, I saved it as a text-message, and seem to remember it being important but have no idea what it is. So if 82876545982 means anything to any of you, do let me know.