Quiet, she says. Smiles slide from faces. Murmurings cease and desist Quiet now, the mass awaits guidance. In the land of the blind, the one eyed woman is king. Silence he cries, movement stops. Faces to stone, a row of shining feet. Quiet now, the mass awaits guidance. In a world free from touch, the one armed man is king. Outrage, they cry. The rumblings grow dim. The words turn their audience into malleable steel. Quiet now, the mass awaits guidance. As the politician sides with the kingdom of the blind. We lead, we don’t learn. We follow, we burn. We promise, we lie. We arrange the alibi. We silent are made to support the unsupportable. The others pay the price. The others die. The world of leaders should be led to its end. The legend of totalitarianism killed. Stop listening, start shouting or it’s in your name. You create death in a place far away. Friday was spent dealing with phone issues, fixing computers, fitfully trying to work from home, breaking computers, fixing more computers. Everything’s now stable, Pixel has a single disk raid array, which will become a mirrored set when I buy the next disk next month. All is fine apart from random duplicate drives appearing in windows and Linux not working right yet. Still, I have plans for fixing both, I merely have to find the time. Went out cycling Friday night, just fancied a ride about. Ended up round Beckton way in the dark. Went up to City Airport and explored the opposite side to the runway. Cycled about in Canning Town some and then went home. Up early on Saturday (as per usual) and pottered about the place. Convinced mogs to come to Tesco by bike so we could shop in luxury (and aircon). Cycled back with altogether far too much in my rucksack. The joy Phoned Dom and asked if he’d be out that evening, he said Ku at 10 so I agreed to meet him. This meant I’d be taking TJ to Waterloo for 7:30ish and then have to hang around London for a few hours. Seemed like a plan, wasn’t doing anything else...Waterlood, stuffed TJ on a train, slowly wandered back through the south bank and up through Covent Garden. Waved at James in Retro as I wandered past. Pondered a bit as I doodled around London. It started raining, gorgeousness. Walked through the middle of Chinatown, the rain beating down on me, looking oddly at the people huddled in shop doorways to escape the wetness as they looked upon me with equal oddness. But I didn’t really care as having spent a week sweating in horrible humidity it was just nice to feel wet. Was just nice to feel anything that wasn’t clammyness. Took a seat in a café on Charing Cross Road and watched the world go by. Blogged a bit. Explored old parts of me that I’d kept locked up for a bit...was interesting. Left me feeling sick after a few hours and I’m still not fully recovered from it. Heh. So need to work out a better way of doing things. 10pm came and went. No sign of Dom. 10:30 came and went, no sign of Dom. Gave up and went to XXL. Bumped into Mario (he groped my arse in the darkroom. Nawty man). Bumped into a couple of other people too. 11 is way too early to go to XXL though. Left at about 1 as I was feeling sick. Had to wait an hour at Cannon St for a bus (3 passed, full, until the 4th one stopped). Chatted online a bit when I got in and went to bed. Slept until 11 (a rarity for me) and then prepared for TJ arriving back. Went shopping — originally planned on going to Lakeside but they moved all the trains about so went to Central London instead. Got Tom’s new single (The Patty Winters Show) from Rough Trade. So now I have a limited edition pink vinyl thingy and no record deck so I may acquire one...wandered about Oxford St. Ended up in Selfridges where I bought some amazingly gorgeously expensive sweeties (£50 per 1kg) and fed some to TJ and scoffed the rest. TJ headed to Ku and I headed to Mr Wu for cheaptastic chinese for dinner. Got home at about 8ish and pottered about a bi