The likelihood of it being nice weather on Saturday? 0%. Why? Wimbledon. Cunts. How dare they play tennis when we’re trying to have a Pride march. Waiting on people to give me work is dull. Spent some time last night making everyone in the flat aware of just how strange Fire Walk With Me is. Made fatBurgers™ to munch. Thought about doing some freakcity but didn’t. Merely stared at it a bit and then hid in the living room. Mum’s hotel booking was all wonky, they apparently booked her in a month early then charged her for not turning up, so when she turned up last night there was no room for her and no rooms free. Sillyness. Hopefully she’ll have somewhere sorted for tonight. Today is the day before payday. Joy. Lunchtime will be spent cruising round soho on my bike. And possibly eating chicken. This evening I may go see Mum at her hotel, or I might just go home, not sure yet. Don’t yet know if she’ll have a hotel or not. Suggested I have an airbed she could borrow...