I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often I Must Remember To Blog More Often Uhoh. It’s just decided to shit it down, it’s 7:45am and I need to leave for work in around half an hour. And this is no ordinary rain, this is shitsdownville. Gah. I need a window of sun Today is the last day of February. Tomorrow it will be sunny. Also, tomorrow I’ll be part of a software launch so may not notice. I appear to have been paid a little less than I was meant to be. So I’m not spending anything until I get past the 3rd of the month, just so I can work things out. Fortunately, Mogs is working lots this week and so things will be ok financially from his end so I should be fine. Poor thing was up throwing up last night. Only thing he did different to me, eating wise, was having a shitload of pumpkin seeds. Which are a diuretic. Though I’m not sure if that’ll matter. However, I’d not put it past him to have not realised they need shelling before they can be eaten, I can imagine him crunching away happily... Was my last day at my old job on Friday. Made me sad Got a card, was taken out after work, got a bit drunken, then got moaned at by Lloyd for not being at Justin and Mike’s 30th so had to scoot off. Got a bit lost, but eventually found it. Was a cool night, but way too hot in the bar downstairs. Magicians, chatted to loads of people including Peter who I’ve not seen in a very very long time. Stumbled out at about 1am and spent ages trying to find a cab to 79CXR where we continued drinking. SO VERY DRUNK. Oops. Borrowed cash off of Lloyd (which I forgot to give back yesterday, bah) so I could get a cab home. Yicky. Spent most of Saturday feeling like turd personified. Ah well. Watched loads of Wonderfalls, fell in love with it again. It’s so amazingly well written and casted. It’s great. Bed (somehow) at 3:30am, woken by Chris being textually drunk at 4am. Hah! I’d left my bike in the basement at work on Friday evening, and not being able to face Outside™ for most of Saturday, I toodled along to pick it up on Sunday, also texting Chris to see if he fancied lunch. He did. Met up with him, Amy and Dave and had a Pizza Express (Diavolo....MMM) and then wandered off to the cinema. We went via the huge sweetie shop in Covent garden, where I discovered the wonder of mint flake and we all went “eww” a bit at the cheese and onion flavoured crickets. I reckon buying a good few of them and playing drinking games may be in order We watched Notes on a Scandal — was really quite interesting/good/etc. Dame Judi Dench was outstanding, as ever. Cate Blanchett was really good, and the 15yr old boy, kinda hot. Although that’s possibly because he’s not really 15 and has a lovely Irish accent. Good actor too, Andrew Simpson. Interesting plot. We’re all scared of mad lesbians now. After the cinema, we went to the Roadhouse, where they had the world Flair championships, 2007 - Flair is the act of juggling the various bottles an stuff when creating cocktails, as demonstrated in the rather naff 80s movie Cocktail by Tom Cruise and some Aussie bloke. It was cool watching them, but I wasn’t quite as overexcited as Chris about it all. Heh. I think, however, that this was because he’d been being powered by happy hour cocktails Home at 10ish and sleep. Coz of knackeredness. So yeah. Monday. New job. So far so good I think. It’s pretty cool...was taken to lunch on Monday by my line manager and the department boss, had sushi bought for me yesterday. Fresh fruit delivered every day — plus a kitchen full of tea/coffee AND spiced teas, herbal infusions, all kinds of gay caffeine free rubbish... I’m working<