camping Well. It was wet. It was cloudy. It was windy. Our tents blew away. Fruitbat got to be smug inside his double glazed centrally heated motorhome. We played 2p drops. We made a fire inside the gaysbo without setting fire to it. We watched as the wind tore it down again 24 hours later. We had absolutely appalling curry. We watched people surf. I bought a radio controlled helicopter and learned how to fly it into other people’s tents/hedges/cars. We discovered that minibuses aren’t very comfortable to sleep in and mostly I worked out that I should have spent more than £25 on a tent. Yarg. This week has flown by. Got back a day early from camping as we couldn’t bear the rain any longer. Mum made us brekkie and dried us off a bit, we stopped in some services or other and ate crappy food. Justin was less exciteable about doing 100 when it was raining rather heavily* than he was on the way up. Possibly a good thing. We had to abandon my lovely barbecue because there just wasn’t enough space in the car coming back. The gaysbo was simply far far too big. Bah. [s[* may have been a slight understatement]s] Other shit Chilled out at home most of Tuesday. Failed to a) buy a CPU cooler or b) fit one. Popped out to the sauna Tues afternoon. Yep, it’s still shit. Every time I go I decide it’ll be the last time and yet I still do it. WHY? — popped into Retro on the way back as I fancied more torture. Quentin was there for some reason (didn’t I attend your leaving England do a few months back?) as were some of the other gaymos. Had considerable to drink, to quote an old Centauri. For some obscene reason decided that karaoke at the Swan was the way forward. Sang very very badly. Why oh why did I think I might be able to pull off “Right Here Waiting”? I think I’m turning emo. Lloyd rescued me and took me home, where I predictably put food on to cook and promptly passed out. Just this one last month and then I’ll give it all up again. Work Wednesday was frantic. I got in late but ended up working late anyways. It was pre release madness, the release being scheduled for 1am Thursday morning. Big release too, lots of new stuff going into the site. Was my job to make sure the deployment stuff was all ok as I was one of the two doing the release. Got everything done fine by about 8pm and then headed home to meet Sunin and James (who I will attack until he joins ). Had chinese paid for by the power of expenses. My cab back to work ("I’ll cycle" “the client’s paying for it” "oh, ok, I’ll get a cab") was going past the Swan anyways, so gave the gaggle of gays a lift there on my way past. Deployment went smoothly, which was good as it was my first downtime one and I was driving. Finished by about 2:30am and then home in another cab to find drunkengays™ rolling around my carpet. I think that Sunin and James somehow managed to pack an entire shop’s worth of clothes. My livingroom looks like a changing room. Scary. I’m unsure as to whether or not TJ will ever get drunk with sunin/James/perverts again Bumbled about Thursday morning feeling half deid. Still managed to wake up at 8, even though I’d gone to bed at 4. Blergh. Arranged to meet Miles at Euston at 1, perverts in tow...wandered to the eXchange bar in chinatown for pizza and a drink for £5.50 — one of the better kept secrets of weekday lunchtimes Chatted lots. He’s moving back to London and is going to live with his boyfriend which is so sweet. Guess I’m getting used to being single again as I didn’t want to stab him or anything for talking about his relationship. Maybe I’m growing as a person? *cough* Last week I discovered that sometimes it sucks being vaguely empathic when in an STD clinic. Was having my post relationship checkups an stuff and am guessing the guy before me found out something he didn’t want to find out...felt horrible. I was fine tho, my first time on my own. Didn’t<