I just did the smelliest fart ever. Yesterday was uneventful apart from not getting my tooth removed *again*. “We called you” they falsely claimed. Fuckwits. Which is coincidentally what both myself and my boss typed about them simultaneously on MSN as I explained the second cancellation. Worked hard at work. Left at about 1:30 to go to my failed dental appointment. En route stopped at GadgetShop to buy a (very cool) MobiDV ickle digital video recorder. Well, I had a spare SD card, see... Went to failed dentist. Went home. Gazza has moved in with Chris Evans. Oddness. Did a bit of code, then went to meet Owen at Retro. Always a bad idea when fruitbat is there. His shag Fergussomething (not his real name) bought me drinks. As did Dunk. And Blouse. And Owen. My head may be a bit wibbly today... Back home and Dan dealing. Urgh. “Are you alright with Laura” “Have you ever been cheated on? What did you think of the other guy?” “Oh. So you won’t be coming to the wedding then?” “No” The fun! Got told off by a nice DLR man yesterday morning because I took Adam in with me so he could get some cash and the nice man checked tickets! Unheard of on a morning service! Adam was only with me because downstairs wasn’t open...so he was going 2 stops to the cashpoint with me then back, so he could get a travelcard later. “If you haven’t got a ticket, that’s £10” “I don’t have £10, I have enough to buy a ticket - it’s £2.30 isn’t it?” “It would have been, sir, if you’d have bought one before boarding, but now it’s £10” “but I don’t have £10” “You’d better get off here then...” At which point we just got on the next one. It apparently costs LT more to have a ticketing system than the system makes in revenue.