I feel rather left out with all this protesting against Bush in London.
My good blogger friend, who runs bloggerheads, is an active member. Follow his progress at www.interwebnet.org including the rather a special screen grab of red dye in the Trafalgar Square fountain (here’s the live feed of the Square)
Life after university starts at ?9,000 in debt – well done Labour.
The late posting of weekend antics is more or less because I’ve only just recovered. Simon B rang with free tickets to see Incognito in concert in London, and off we went. After surprisingly managing to follow Simon’s vague directions (“we’ll meet at the Embankment North. I’ll wave.”),
we found Tony Ho at the entrance to The Forum in Kentish Town.
Average White Band were first on, warming us up for Incognito, who were unfeasibly good (gig pictures here). We bopped away until 1am, and grabbed a taxi to Caf? de Paris, where we partied until 4am. I was bushed.
Up at 9am for the World Cup Rugby, a quick shopping trip where I managed to buy absolutely nothing, and then off to Jac’s farmhouse in Watford for a “farmwarming” party, complete with silly hats. A small turnout hampered the party atmosphere (“this is less a party, more an exclusive gathering” Jac announced woefully) and the party was cancelled in favour of a night on the tiles. And a very good night it was – here are the pictures.
8 hours sleep in 2 1/2 days. Not a good plan.
MATT STUART snaps legs – a wonderful photo collection of life’s little visual puns.
Someone’s gone and rendered the London Tube system in 3D. Mind boggling.
Rich Persaud has developed a tool to allow you to link the middle of RealMedia streaming video – so that you can, for example, link to 15 minutes into last night’s Newsnight programme, where Jeremy Paxman inadvertently swore, bless him. Highly handy for bloggers like me…
After a good old drink with Nick and Michelle, I settled down in front of the television last night, eager to find some light entertainment. As I flicked through the channels, an informative programme about “Expresso Sex” came on. Now, I’m not familiar with the term (at 25 I’m plainly over the hill) and assumed it was some of of sexual activity indulged in over a strong coffee and a digestive biscuit. The programme kindly informed me it means a form of no-strings sex and, intrigued, I watched on. A bloke called Tristan was being interviewed. Hold on, I thought, he looks familiar… And the realisation spread that this was a bloke I was once at school with, usually shy and reserved, but now enthusiastically expressing his desire for expresso sex. I was shocked.
I was even more shocked when the tagline across the bottom of the screen appeared: “Tristan – enjoys expresso sex with other men.”
The entire office is currently wearing Deluxe santa hats. In November.
Splendid.
Car alarms are useful, I don’t doubt that for a second. If it stops criminals nicking your car, that’s great. The world is a safer place with them, no question.
At 5am this morning though, and every 15 minutes from then on, my unswerving faith was severely questioned by the neighbours infernal car alarm.
I need sleep.
