Fun day. got to write some actual JSP and Java, which was nice. Long day though, full of annoyances and bits of struts not working and stuff, which was annoying. Now I’m boredly waiting for the #295. And it’s a tad fucking chilly. Bah. I can almost write Graffiti without looking now. Yay. Why do shockingly ordinary old women persist in wearing orange hair? Is there a flaming beauty in each of them, desperate to once again see the light of day? I blame Hollywood, meself. Mike has had his bike thieved, so I’ve offered him my old one, as it’s just sat on the balcony at the moment doing arse all...think he may have to do a touch of work on it but hey... Unsure as yet whether or not I should head to Retro with a large set of earplugs or just do the Swan portion of the evening or merely stay in and be a miserable fucker. Think I may do the latter I think I need a new keyboard as mine’s very old and getting a bit icky these days...I am considering just washing it and seeing if that helps, but I’m not sure it’ll go back together again...Decisions, decisions. Phoned Compaq about the dead laptop. They suggest that it could be static and nothing serious - so I have to take the thing apart and leave it for 24 hours. If it is still deceased then they’ll get it picked up and fixed. She (she had a gorgeous lilting Irish accent) said that although it sounded like the hard drive, they usually just cause a bios error and don’t tend to stop the whole thing booting. So we shall see... I am now the proud owner of a server...£30 a month...may put Chillisoft ASP on it and see if it’ll run Freakcity with a postgre DB. Will probably move mail to it as well. May see if I can get some cash outta mates for hosting sites and stuff. I will be moving the main ethos site there, I think. Possibly something small like www.exhibitlondon.com - just to see if I can get Tomcat and a MVC Java app up there and running. The PoshBecks story just keeps on growing. I smell Max Clifford. Or maybe Millbank: Our Tone: Things in Iraq are getting shitty! Quick! What can we do? *makes phonecall* OT: Mr Beckham. Mrs Beckham. You are England’s golden couple, you symbolise all that is good and right in this country! You have to help me! Beckhams: You wot? OT: Our government may be finished if the public find out about the powderkeg we have foolishly ignited under the Shia majority and learn our people are dying in Iraq and that we misled them over the reasons for the war. B: You wot? OT: The situation in Iraq is balanced on a knife edge. I need a distraction! Something to keep Murdoch at bay! B: Eh? OT: I need you to be in all the papers B: Oh, why didn’t you say!