I just got an email from T informing me she saw Naughty Martin last night and he forced his phone number upon her (for me) and she was wondering if I wanted to take it. I declined. The sun broke through the clouds. I've got some Ella Fitzgerald playing. I'm about to see my friends tonight. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes and thought, this might make a nice thing to blog about. To explain why I don't any more. I picked up my glass of water.

And spilt it all down my top.

That's more the sort of thing I ought to blog about.

note to self: ONE beer = TWO vodkas. TWO.

new boy: i'm hungover too!
me: woo. let's have a gang.

 (but then he redeemed himself by putting me onto this. I'm listening to Classic Twang. Gram Parsons a-go-go. Oh yes.)

FHM breakdown of the evening

Anyway, then I went and had a riotiously fun weekend, in which I met a boy who'd never heard of The Kinks. Or Morrissey.

It's an outrage I tells ya, an outrage.

Look outside.

Now please go out there and sit in the grass smoking weed and snogging and drinking lambrini or whatever it is students do these days.

Do not, repeat DO NOT come in here to pick your work up. Especially if you don't know what work you want to pick up, what your number was, when your tutor said it would be ready, or even WHAT YOUR BLOODY NAME IS.

Thank you.

got an interview, and (to no-one's surprise but my own judging by the reactions of the people I've told) actually got on to this writing course at Birkbeck.

I totally rock. When I rang my parents to tell them their first comment was '...oh. So you're definitely staying in London another two years then?'

What am I supposed to do? I don't want to leave. I know you think I will eventually, but as long as I can keep this job, and the people I have around me I'll never want to. Never never never. This morning I had a five minute long conversation with a shop keeper about The Muppets. It was brilliant. He wasn't even trying to sell me anything. I guess I'm just lucky, or I've got one of those faces people want to be nice to, or something. Nothing bad has ever happened to me here.

It's perfect.

London's perfect.

Everything's perfect.

Funny how nice a bit of sun makes you feel, innit?