Mood: Disorientation
Listening to: Art Brut
Reading: Possibility of an Island, Michel Houellebecq

I have been walking this moring. It is a bit nippy outside today. I have a slightly mushy head this morning thanks to the help of beer, Southern Comfort and almost half a pint of Drambuie. Ouch.

I have enjoyed a mildly uneventful week, and am still loving working in a bookshop, and am now getting excited at the prospect of seeing Harry Potter tonight in the comfort of my favourite cinema.

I had a date during the week which was, um, uneventful to say the least. Quite an enigma she was, and quite a bit younger than me (well six years to be precise). She also has an enormous amount of money. But i'm not sure rich farmers quite do it for me. Money certainly isn't an afrodisiac. Aloofness on the other hand certainly proved to be.

I had a fry-up yesterday.

I might have pizza at Mono tonight before Master Potter.

My best friends have finally hooked up. Yah!

Here is a question we have all pondered at some point:

How fat do you have to be to become bulletproff?

Cheerio.


<sup>My current playlist includes:

Nizlopi
Giant Drag
Art Brut
Stellastarr*
The Chalets
Death From Above 1979
Nine Black Alps</sup>