We're all feeling a little better now.

Spent a nice few hours after Novel class at the pub, with a few fellow students. The best part is definitely the conversation. Very stimulating and anything but inane and trivial. It's the last class next week so I'm really going to miss that. We'll all waffle about staying in touch and swapping email addresses but we all know that we'll gradually lose touch.

What a pity.

So. My great uncle Sid dies and my dad's motorbike is stolen. Not exactly the best of times being had here.

I really hope England make it to the World Cup final. No really, I do. I don't like football and the WC doesn't interest me but it will be deserted if we get to the final. I get to wander desolate streets...won't that be cool? It'll be like a post-apocalyptic situation. I love that weird, detached sense of reality.

Is anyone else scared by 'Big Brother'?

It's like cultural conditioning. Getting us all used to the idea of cameras in homes and watching people on them.