Phil’s stomach is all owchie So busy at work the last two days. Lunch at 4pm isn’t fun.... Walked past a woman yesterday ranting about how she loved Robbie Williams to two policemen. Loudly. “That fucking Nicole Appleton, excuse my French, she was having his little baby and she aborted it” What’s *that* about? Phil got peritinitis - apparently he almost died and had to have an operation on his stomach - he’s been in hospital the last two weeks and just got out. Flimsy excuse for not going camping if you ask me Got out of work at 6ish. Big improvement on 8 the day before. Tube was broken, so was a little late too. Got most of the bugs squished too before the code freeze. Knackered. Met my Aunt for a brief chat about PCs, as Matt wants to buy one so he can sell antiques on eBay. They’ve just signed up to 1mb broadband...bless. Still seems to be a big gap between what Oliver wants to do and how he gets there... Need to fix my website as it’s broken at the moment. Oops! Talked with Alasdair about hosting at Alivewww. May move Stone in there. Argued with James some (the old one) - seems he’s quite happy publically rubbing my face in anything I do wrong yet can’t take criticism. Have sort of given up on him now. We have nothing in common unless we’re physically in the same place - It’s just crap really. He claims he wants us to stay close, but his actions say something different. Talked travel arrangements with other Alasdair for the weekend. Am borrowing a tent from Nikki. Should be fun!