Wednesday, July 31, 2002

You wouldn't think it possible with the weather from the past few days, but I've been persuaded to so Californian and buy a pair of Rollerblades. After a very strange Friday where there was lots of drinking, a bit of drunkeness, but no sillyness or blackouts I crawled out of bed and made it to the rollerblade shop on Mill Rd. I got a lovely pair of what look like clumpy Cylon boots with detatchable wheels on the bottom and then met some people to go falling on the ground at the Beehive Centre. Since it was all too much like exercise there had to be a lot of drinking afterwards. Again, frighteningly enough, it was all very sensible. I suppose it'll give my bruises a chance to heal.

Thursday, July 25, 2002

How nice are the people at Forbidden Planet here in Cambridge? I went in a couple of weeks ago looking for Amazing Spiderman #42 a couple of weeks after it had come out and not surprisingly they had sold all their copies. Once I asked the lovely manager if they had any, he offered to call around all the FP outlets in the UK to see if anyone had a spare copy. Eventually they had one on Coventry because aparantly no-one buys comics there, so I wandered into town yesterday on the free bus that work provides once a fortnight and picked it up. They still only charged the cover price despite the fact that it probably cost them that much to get it sent down and to phone around. Fantastic!

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

Remember kids; getting completely smashed at a work do is not a good idea. Neither is falling asleep at Toxic8, a kicking out offence aparantly. Not as offensive as their music if you ask me.

Wednesday, July 10, 2002

Well it's been a long time again since the last update, but since only a handful of people actually read this, never mind comment, I've started the wonder what the whole bloody poi