Work was dull. Fixing CSS is uninteresting. Ah well, it’ll all be over soon. Went out, as previously mentioned, at lunch. Looked at prices for entirely new wheels, they start at about £40 for a back one...and whilst I can afford it I thought I’d be good. Cycling’s meant to be cheaper than travelling by tube...but this month I’ve spent more on the bike than a travelcard’d have cost...plus I still have a date to organise an stuff and it’d be nice to keep my options open about it all So I just got the tape stuff, the slime and the kevlar tyre. Next month I shall buy two new wheels, a new 8 speed back cluster and a new front tyre. Cycling to work is a piece of piss and faster than the bus/tube so I think I’ll be doing it as much as I can from now on Luckily I have a PAYG Oyster, so if the worst comes to the worst I can still get about easyish without the bike. My problem with Hammersmith was that I’d bought a gold card and they don’t let you suspend it, so I’d already paid for the fricken travel... Home via Argos to buy a new pump with pressure guage that doesn’t work. Yay Argos. Walked to Picadilly Circus via a chicken kebab from Dionysus, got the bus home surrounded by 14yr old Germans who seemed obsessed with saying “spank me like a bitch” over and over in English and giggling about it. And that was just the boys. Got home to find my B5 script volume 7 had arrived. Read the intro and the discussion around how crap “Grey 17 is missing” was. And the practical joke stuff. The Breast Bowl amused me. Decided on gourmet pizza and hotwings for dinner as we both couldn’t be arsed with the real world and/or the kitchen. I might have lied about the gourmet bit. Watched Kosh die again (I was in the mood, having read the script). Slipped slime in my kevlar and added mogs’ rubber, inserted the hose and pumped somewhat. Then went to bed knackered.