Friday night in a moment of MADNESS I decided I’d bike to Owen’s after work. 12 miles. In a headwind. Jebus. Got there (only had one break, and that was for sugary goodness so as to stop myself falling off my bike quite literally) at just gone 8. Put his PC all together and then discovered his graphics card was broked. Fan gone, so it overheats killing everything. Or so I thought, so I arranged to meet him at PC World the next day so we could shop a bit. Got back home at around midnight. Cycling at night is lovely. Ilford at night is less so — drunk people threw a bottle at me, which, in lieu of their sobriety, fortunately missed me by a few miles. Bed and sleep and stuff. Had Ulf coming over on the Saturday so was up reasonably early so I could go with Owen back to his flat with computer parts and put them in his PC. Novak has a dying hard drive so was looking at PCW prices too. Erk. Got to Owen’s place, installed new PSU and a fanless GPU (no fan to break, longer life, figures me.) PC all working fine after some trickery. Leg it from Owen’s to Tower Hill to meet Ulf just in time for a text from Owen claiming PC death. Wah! I have replaced the motherboard. The CPU. The PSU. Twice. The GPU. Three Times. The HD, the DVD drive and PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE FDD. Stupid thing. I reckon he should just leave it turned off until he moves. Ulf suggested that perhaps it was electrical interference from something or other, which I guess is a possibility as the PC seemed to work fine when I had it in the bedroom and died when I put it in the PC desk. Grr. Anyways, headed back to mine to chill and chat and then off out to XXL for a most enjoyable night involving meeting Kev (Dax from IRC 6000 years ago), poking David and generally fucking about until 5am. Lost Ulf for a bit, which caused him no end of worry as he’d left his phone and stuff in my flat. Whoops. Found him eventually so everything was ok. Home by 6, about 5 hours sleep then we went up to Cafe Verde for brekkie on the Sunday morning. Decided to walk along the river, which was lovely as it was hot and gorgeous. Ulf invited me to come down to Brighton for Pride, so I reckon I shall be doing that in a couple of weeks. Food at Cafe Verde was a little worse than usual for me, but his salad seemed fine from what he said. Service, as ever, was awful, but hey, just don’t go there if you’re in a rush Forgot to ask for no beans so had to pick them off everything. Bah. Wandered down to Spitalfields, took a couple of piccies. One of Ulf from below standing on glass, which was quite groovy. Need to find a glass walkway so I can do it properly. Headed back to All Saints via tesco and collapsed for a bit. Ulf headed home and I failed once more to do any freakcity. Not helped by the fact Novak’s been up and down like a whore’s drawers, the phone line’s buggered again and OTHER ANNOYING THINGS. Going to try and find a wired phone so I can see if it’s BT or not. But currently I have 500k on 8meg DSL and no dialtone. Fuckers. Think one of my drives might be ill in Pixel too so just got Dave to buy 2x HDs, both 250gig, one PATA and one SATA for Novak and Pixel. Awwh. So knackered.