This entry will mainly be about Wimbledon but I will pause to briefly mention a few noteworthy events of this week:

i) Went on mouse-hunt with brave Australian housemate in bedroom. No sign of mouse was found. Much discussion that it may have been a figment of my imagination. I refuse to believe this and am continuing to live in the lounge.

ii) Two ( Read more... )

Yo. Back from Cornwall. Mouse in bedroom. Recurring nightmares involving gallons of blood and/or spunk. Details to follow.

Observe, not so much why David Mitchell is amazing, as David Mitchell's amazingness in action: http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/fb20070624a1.html

This entry is centre-formatted because I felt like it.

I had weird dreams last night, and in every single one of them, someone ended up getting stabbed or unexpectedly impaled by a sharp object of some description, a la Wash or Sao Feng. What does this mean?

I was chatting with M just now while eating a box of home-grown cherries (not grown by me, I ( Read more... )

Victory! Three weeks in a row now. We are the champions. Well, mainly me.

Then we celebrated with a lock-in. I have not been that drunk in so, so long. It might have been mixing whiskey with wine. It might have been drinking on top of having a stinking head cold. It might even have been those twenty old Prozac capsules I found in my room and took ( Read more... )

I think I'm getting the flu. Self-pity to inevitably follow.

Went home. Saw the doctor. Got Prozac.

To balance out the unusual and disconcerting sense of having taken a step to improve my life, I went to the hairdresser's and had my hair dyed the colour of insanity.

"It'll fade," said the hairdresser comfortingly as he took all my money.

I have that beaten-up-underwater feeling that is the sign of a good weekend.

Friday night: met Cath for some G&Ts, and then her new niece was born while we were in the pub! Abigail Jane, which I think is a lovely name, and in the picture she just looked ... really, really pissed off in that great way that babies can. It was awesome. Watched PotC 3, ( Read more... )

First things first - memeage ...

Leave a comment and I'll assign you a letter. You are to list your ten favourite songs that begin with that letter in your journal.

G. went mad with power and gave me "P". (They are not ranked in order of preference, because I'm not anal.)

1. Pitseleh - Elliott Smith
2. Pyramid Song - Radiohead
3. Please Please Please ( Read more... )

Victory once again in the Paxton Arms, this time over the reigning pub-quiz champion. It's not just an anomaly now. It's a fucking streak.

I enjoyed this one particularly as victory depended upon my knowledge of the answers to some particularly geeky questions, such as Charles de Gaulle's last words ("It hurts"), the last James Bond movie to star ( Read more... )

Happy birthday,
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Walking up Whitehall into Parliament Square this morning, who should walk past me but David Cameron.

Man wears a lot of makeup.