27 new emails, all of which in response to a casting call from Sick Puppy Productions...my inbox is overflowing with arty B&W pictures of all american 16yr olds...and I didn’t even do it on purpose! Wah! So, I legged it round to Evans Cycles on Thursday lunchtime to try and purchase one of their finest wheels. “Hi, I need a new wheel. A spoke in my back wheel broke. But I dont’ have that much cash at the moment” “Starting from about £55. Back cluster for £15.” “Oh. So £80 then?” “You’ll need a new chain too...£12” “OK, G’bye xxx” Why is it that whenever I go to Evans Cycles I get the impression that they just don’t want anyone to distract them from the paper? Walked to Cycle Surgery instead. “Hi, I need a new wheel, a spoke in my back wheel broke...but I don’t have that much cash at the moment...” “Oh. You might be able to fix it if it’s just a spoke” “Nah, it actually tore out of the rim.” “Oh right, I get you...oops. Hang on, let me have a look. I think we have some wheels at £40...” wanders off “Yep, We have this, and the back cluster’ll be £25” “So £65 then. How easy are they to fit?” “Oh, dead easy. Give me a moment, I’ll do it for you...” I like actually going to places where they see you as a person as opposed to an annoyance. So, back home Thursday evening for a fun bike dismemberment and retool. My bike is all happy again and smiley and stuff because it loves me. Chatted to Danny a bit and then bedded. Unfortunately not with him, as he lives 100 miles away. Bah. And he called me a ladyboy coz I was cooking, cheeky cunt =P Off to work Friday, got some amazingly cool javascript written that talks to either quicktime or media player and makes it invisibly play stuff in a standards compliant object tag without need of an embed tag or any hacky javascript to make it work. In all browsers (cept Opera, but that’s shit anyway) on all platforms. And any platform it doesn’t work on, or if the browser doesn’t have a media playing plugin, well. It just opens the sound in whatever default player the OS has installed. Well chuffed. Especially about the standards compliant object tag, as I wasn’t sure it was possible. Back home at sensible o’clock for a change (having worked until 8pm the night before). My Fry and Laurie Season 3 DVD arrived, so we whacked that on and sniggered muchly. Especially the “I stooped to pick a buttercup. Why people leave buttocks lying around, I’ve no idea” line. Which was so immensely unexpected I almost gave birth and TJ has been trying to replicate it when drunk ever since. Chatted to Danny a bit (I seem to have accidentally used all my free minutes in about 5 days...whoops. Fortunately I was able to change priceplan just in time for christmas... ). Sunin arrived and we Tescoated. I (in keeping with my tradition to buy silly things whenever we midnight Tesco) bought a bluetooth headset for £15. Headed home with lots of dead animal. But no snacks. D’oh. Fiddled with little bits of FC and then bedded. I’m determined to get every single last niggle out of the themes and the site before I go live. My original plan was to go live on Saturday, but this proved impossible as I still have a fair bit to do to the thing before I finish. So I’ve put it back a week, I’ll try and make it work then. Up at 7am on Saturday to wake Danny so he’d remember to get on a bus. Long and elaborate plot to get him to London which would have worked correctly if it wasn’t for the blue rinse brigade wanting to go to London for Shopping. Bah. Plan: Hammersmith at 10:30 to meet Danny. Home at 11:30 Shag like bunnies Leave with gays at 2 to get to... ...Somerset House for 3 Ice Skate (or, more accurately, watch) Pizza Express at 6 Richard’s at 8 Ho