I deleted the last post because, frankly, it was starting to piss me off. There's no point in moping about about things not going your way because it's a waste of time. I do have to get this whole residence thing sorted out as soon as possible, though. The whole problem is not so much the rent aspect, because I have a good job, it's having to come up with a ridiculous sum of money for deposits/agents fees &c. Do you have a suggestion?

I'm disappointed that I didn't get to go to evensong at Corpus Christi last night. I was looking forward to seeing my shiny new friends. Alas, it wasn't to be. I did, however have a productive conversation with Ryan which was overdue. I'm not quite sure what the outcome was, though. Perhaps it wasn't as productive as I thought. Then we ate pizza and watched LOST and pretended that everything was okay.

Sunday was certainly the best day of the week. I met up with vervain_ and we went along to V&B at the Oratory. After having a moment to myself, we walked around in the rain and ate pizza. There was a decent string quartet playing Mozart which I appreciated. The rain cleared up, and we walked Kensington Gardens talking of all sorts until I realised that I was late for meeting up with Anthony, who turned out to be grumpy and tired and not wanting to go out. We bought vaguely healthy things, curled up in bed and watched American Psycho. Good ending to the week.

Monday in Hertfordshire for various reasons. Lovely and horrible - all at once. I've been feeling fairly down recently but putting a good face on it. Now is the time for action!

I listen to Slowdive and still think of you, jessicabeck .

Proposed 'formal attire' for the
Knights of the Order of the Chintz Amoeba:

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to travel back in time; two hundred and fifty years, say. If I should return to our time, I would be sure to bring someone back with me; a lover or a friend, perhaps. I'd bring them back into my living room because there's nothing too shocking in there, and, after having recovered them with smelling salts (of course, brought back from the C18th),

Delorean: Not owned by me.

 I'd sit them down, bring them a cup of tea and say "There are things out there that your mind cannot even begin to conceive. Such wondrous sights you will see and amazing experiences you will have when we leave this room. Your mind will boggle at the delight of it all.

 And then, after my guest's first shower, we'll dress, ready ourselves and step out the front door. Of course - the first thing they would see is my bike chained against the rails.. Oh? What's this? There's no bike chained against the rails after all. Could that be because some fucking asshole snuck up during the night, severed a very thick metal cord like butter and 'stole' off into the night with my brand new bike? I have one word for people like that and you're not going to like it, so I'll refrain.

Apart from that my weekend was peachy, just about. Friday was Sir Anthony's birthday, which was pleasant until we got to retro bar, which was the essence of The Gay. I hear they all went to a sauna afterwards. See, I don't really like The Gay, all that much. I'm aware that this is trite, now - because we 'non-scene queens' have a united voice on the Internet, generally illiterated by the words 'straight acting'. Well, that's great - well done boys. Gay bars are intrinsically seedy. I have nothing in common with gay men in general, apart from the fact that we all love men.

I fear Hell. A lot. Not because of the pain or the loss of grace, but because of Matthew 13:41-42.

"The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity;  And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth"

Hell: aka "Heaven"