arteh SO, I got home nice and early on Wednesday, right, thought..."I know, I’ll chill out, get takeaway, etc..." Woke up at 5am on Thurs with stomach cramps, ran to the loo. Was unpleasant. Went back to bed, curled up in a little ball, sweating...dozed...woke again at about 5:15...exploded some more in the toilet... *repeat* Called in sick. Went back to bed. Spent the day in bed, dozing, having exceptionally odd hallucinogenic memory thought things, punctuated by regular 15-30min intervals on the loo. Stomach cramp felt worse, so figured I should try and eat something around lunchtime, knowing full well I’d either feel better or be violently sick. Promptly violently sick. My poor toilet! This carried on for an amusingly long 36 hours or so. Had to call in ill on Friday as well because I’d had no sleep and was still running to the loo every 15-30 mins. Stayed in bed until about 2ish, and actually managed to get a little sleep. The toilet stops were also getting less frequent. By 4pm I had almost managed to feel ok...I managed to make it downstairs to buy milk, figuring alkaline + filling but not too heavy, and sipped gently until I went to bed. Still runny on Saturday, but feeling less crampy, I got up and decided to do some stuff with the flat that I’ve been meaning to for a while... Firstly I cleaned the whole kitchen, then I went out, bought a new light from Argos, and a small computer desk. ...then I rearranged the livingroom for some hours My flat is almost tidy! Went out to the local coz some poor soul was moaning that it was a Saturday night and he was stuck in. Picked him up in a cab from Stratford and headed down there for about 1am. Scary. Swan full of Essex chavs and short women making up for their stature in breast size and volume. Need border controls I think. Was really shit. OK, so I wasn’t drinking or smoking, which probably helped me appreciate the delightful atmosphere, but still. Escaped at about 2:30 and went to bed knackered. Got up, rearranged more flat. Also tried to get my spare computer to work but it appears to be ill...think the AGP card is buggered. James wasn’t sure either, but was in Manc being a dirty stopout so wasn’t able to do much more than text. Suspect something’s up as he was acting a little strangely, will talk to him later... Finished rearranging flat. Did lots of washing. Cooked duck breasts (but binned the “a l’orange” bit ) - instructions for frying “don’t add oil” - fuck! There’s so much fat in duck! The bottom of the pan was swimming in it after 2 minutes of flash frying. Still, they tasted gorge Played with the new lights by doing some scary photos of me. I can now get a perfect 80s photography kinda thing going. Yay! Watched “Kill Bill” in the evening. My first Tarantino. OK, so the others really didn’t appeal, blokes with guns are dull...but this one was fucking excellent. Almost has the quirkiness of Lynch and the action setpieces were stunning. Uma Thurman is a babe and Daryl Hannah was funny Might go to the cinema and watch vol 2 at the end of the month. Have promised Owen he can come over and see it some time... Fishy is back in the UK, so safely away from the violence that has erupted in Basra and Baghdad. “unknown” number of Iraqi dead...nobody is counting... Paul Bremner is being comical as ever...stating that the religious bloke who started this, Mr Sadr, was trying to “establish his authority in the place of the legitimate authority”. What legitimate authority? *sigh* I suspect this may get worse still...