My journal entries appear to have become all sporadic an stuff on account of me not having my T3 and not scribbling aimlessly on tubes. Bah. Well. Had fun with Adam. Drank too much Friday. Chatted lots with Warren who is empathic like wot I am. William managed 7 hours in my flat without pissing anywhere that wasn’t a toilet. Barbecued with Pete, Dom, Puppy and Housepet. Watched softcore porn and critiqued it on Bravo. Was like Beavis and Butthead but mankier. Lots of nice food, hurty head, slept under two small hankerchiefs which were allegedly blankets. Possibly for gnomes. Arranged to meet Adam after work for much photography goodness. Only he forgot the camera. The fuckwit Arranged to go to Leeds in a couple of weeks for danlass stroking duty, only I ordered the tickets the wrong way around. So I let Adam off his fuckwittery on account of mine being bigger. Oops! Ordered tickets the correct way around. I am now going to be in Manchester on the 26th. Yay! And Leeds until the 1st! Yay! Slightly cheaper than France but not as sunny, I fear. Heatwave means I have melted. Hoping to regain my cohesion by 5:30 so I can get home again. It’s toooo damn hot! Sal, it appears, is working under me. Bless him! Met for lunch, wandered about. Sulked at cute builder wearing clothes. Attempted to make Sal buy something cheap and healthy from Sainsburys, sadly he found a chippy instead. Stole some chips. Decided that the crusty bread I have is actually reinforced with concrete. threw crusts at some swans, killing 4 and seriously maiming a small family of mallards. Bug fixing is dull. I am now team lead. Yay. Bugfixing is dull. Went to the Nazi Coke exhibition last week. It’s damn fine. I may have to do something Santa like for it.