TAKE THAT DRESS OFF. I CAN SEE YOUR DIRTY PILLOWS. Watched the werewolf movie, which was every bit as good (and bad) as I remember. Best bits: Peter Cushing slapping hysterical girlie and the actor playing the pilot having to cling to an alsatian dog while he is 'attacked'. This is the kind of movie that should be remade with Denzel Washington... did I mention yet that I saw John Q while we were away? Should be called John Spew... fucking retarded. Jess put this half bottle of strawberry and cranberry smoothie in her bag that exploded some time during the night and totally destroyed everything in it... I was being the good boyfriend and helping to clean out all the yuck when I found a tampon at the bottom of the bag that had made a valiant but doomed attempt to soak up all the red liquid... Set me off in Rik Mayal mode much to Jess' non-amusement... a nice insight into life in the house huh? Still waiting on Frank to arrive and have finally caught up with most of my email... After watching the movie last night I read through all the stuff on this link from the Guardian. It's from the New York Times and puts together a minute by minute timeline of what was happening in the top floors of the WTC before the buildings fell. The American journalism is kind of rough in places but the accounts of phone messages and emails from the trapped people are very powerful. I was pretty wasted after the movie at around 4.30 but reading this kept me awake until around 6am... who needs coffee. damn - Frank has arrived and caught me mid-blog... - Ok so now its like a few hours later and I've got back to this after a gigantic plate of Aussie style pasta... Gotta go relax in front of an odd movie for a couple of hours... Mike is blogging to: Frank Zappa