It’s far too early and I’m meant to be in the office at 8:30 and I’m going to be foiled by crap tubes. Grr. * Scott continues to wait patiently... João is probably back home now - without the stuff I promised him as my DVD drive is fucked and seems to not want to burn DVDs. Grr 5 mins waiting and still no train. GRR. Fucking circle line can fuck right off. OK - so I’m grumpy... Gym last night. Lovely man called Max got paid to knacker me. Now I ache all over. In the office early for breakfast with the CEO - and I’m gonna be late. And I forgot my sausages On tube now. No seats. Fixed birthdays on the site. Yay me. Also did more XHTML and stuff for the work site. Comedy headline of the day: Sellafield has ‘lost 30kg of plutonium’ Enough for 8 bombs. OK, slightly scary instead of comedy... What is it with companies’ and meeja and the environment at the moment? Every one of them seems to be falling over themselves to warn about climate change - is it because we really are fucked now and it’s a big conspiracy? Do they yearn for the “I told you so” factor? One thing I’m certain of is that I’m going to see major changes in my lifetime... Why do we settle for perfection when it’s the scars that make us better people?