I saved a mouse from the cat. The cat is pissed. The mouse seems happy. Blogged with: Music: This Computer Kills, loud and noisy Girlfriend: Napping on the couch and cute Drink: Black coffee, strong and bitter Eats: Thinking about speed dialing some flat food stuff Wordcount: 1500 and rising.

Busy days equal fast days. Another day closer to the weekend and smooching around possible new homes... Which brings me to the homeless. Working in the same place for five months in the heart of London means you get to know a lot of people. I know the professional book thieves, the guys paid to hold signs in the air, the postmen, the couriers, the fucking idiots with their ever changing JEWS FOR JESUS flyers and of course the homeless people. I try and help them out whenever I can. The guy with the labrador near the Astoria, the old guy with the fucked up lungs near Soho Square and the young girl I stopped to chat to tonight. I've given her money for hot drinks and food before and she's usually as bright and cheerful as someone can be who is sleeping rough and dependent on the good will of a fucking horrible city but tonight she was miserable as hell. I stopped to see what was up. Two nights ago she had been sleeping in a doorway and two 'lads' had set her on fire. London fucking sucks. She showed me the burns. Untreated and nasty. I asked her how much money she needed to get herself off the streets for at least one night and she told me a long winding tale of social services screw ups and housing benefit brick walls before we hit on the price of �9.50 for a bed for the night. I figured after having to beat flames out on your arms and chest you deserve at least one break so I gave her a tenner. I have no idea if she will spend it on a room. I hope she does. If she spends it on something else it will still probably be better than the crap DVD or comic book that I would have spent it on anyway. I need to get out of this city. Moving on.... Tomorrow is officially the start of my new WRITING JIHAD. 1000 words each and every day without fail. I am kicking this off early because as usual I am right up against a couple of deadlines on pieces that I promised folks a while back so I am going to pull an all nighter, order some pizza and drink lots and lots and lots of coffee. I need to pull out my old writing shirt too... it has MYSTICAL POWERS. Blogged with: Food: Odd European cake that tasted like grave soil and orange juice Music: 1000 Hurts by Shellac

Glad I got into work nice and early today because I am going to be BUSY. Vicky arrived and we spent the evening catching up. This mostly involved the girls getting drunk. Raising a mug of coffee isn't quite the same somehow. Then again I have yet to get 'giggly' from too much caffeine. Better make a start bringing order to chaos... Blogged with: Noise: The beautiful hum of air conditioning Books: Too many to count Drink: Soya latte

Renee French, the artist responsible for such wonders as this: Now has a new name and a new job as a childrens' writer. She will be wowing the kids with sheep: Awesome. Now go read Marbles in my Underpants and shudder. Blogged with: Game: Defend Your Castle

The stalking just got simpler: SizeWhenWhere Blogged with: Music: Justified & Ancient by The KLF

Orly just confirmed she will be here too. This makes the male : female ratio a little healthier. The boys will need someone to make hot drinks while we batter the Playstation II. I think Johnny will be bringing the uniforms. Blogged with: Music: Naked City by John Zorn

To prepare myself for my friend Johnny's imminent arrival from the penal colonies I have been re-reading back issues of 2000AD. One of the many things we have in common is growing up in the care of Judge Dredd and company. It�s been a fun week dipping into my childhood and finding out the stories I grew up on were just as twisted as I remember. Nice to see so many familiar names as well. Neil Gaiman (whom I�m meeting in the not too distant future), Alan Moore, Steve Dillon etc. I disregarded the people behind the stories when I was younger concentrating on the characters and insane plots rather than the quality of art work never taking a moment to think that people were paying the rent by making this stuff up. And is it as twisted as I remember. I just read a Dredd story in which a reporter finds out that the Judges have been tranquillising the populace to make them easier to control � there is an accident and a few hundred people die. Dredd shrugs it off as acceptable, arrests the reporter and sentences him to corrective brain surgery in order to keep the truth unknown. Fucking hell. I am also collecting new tattoo ideas. I actually had an appointment for some new ink last week but changed my mind about the design right at the last minute. I now want a couple of comic panels on my left arm but have yet to settle on the �right� set of images. I am listening to a metal band from Holland called Enraged and tweaking things in Dreamweaver. Today is my day off so I am being CREATIVE. I even turned my messaging software off to cut down on the number of distractions. This afternoon I am meeting up with Vicky from Canadia who will be crashing here for a while� that should be fun. Hot on her heels is Hanna-Mari from Helsinki � neither Jess or I have met her and I can�t remember how long she is staying for. Then we have Johnny arriving, followed by: Tain from Ireland Todd Todd from the US of A Boag from Scotland Dave from Cambridge (I think) perhaps Orly (also from Ireland) and Laura is still here too. Anyone else coming over? We are just going to argue about which movies to watch and whose turn it is to pay for the pizza. Oh and the cat. A full house is a good house. We may be putting an offer on a new home at the weekend so this could be the last blast for Burntwood Close�. All good things. Blogged with: Music: Counterblast by Enraged Comics: A rotting pile of 2000AD Book: Stiff by Mary Roach

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So we are all set to move again. The estate agents rang on Friday to let us know that someone had made an offer on the house and we accepted. Spent the weekend looking for somewhere new to live as the whole thing could be done and dusted within two months. Much to our surprise a couple of places in the exact building we wanted to move to around six months ago had just come onto the market. One wasn't anything special but the second one was very cool. We're going to go back and have another look this weekend along with a couple of other places. One of the buildings has lots of 'gadgets' apparently. Everything is slowly falling into place. About bloody time. Now if only my superpowers would finally kick in... Sizemore is blogging to: Mix CDs

I found my old battered much read copy of Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep this morning and have been dipping into it again: I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. "I'll take him out," I said. "He'll think a bridge fell on him." "My God, you big dark handsome brute! I ought to throw a Buick at you." Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead. Dead men are heavier than broken hearts. I waved my share of the guns at Brody... I grinned at her. "Did I hurt your head much?" "You and every other man I ever met." He spoke three words to me and kept on driving. "He made a suggestion," the copper said and spat. "I'm letting it ride." ...you have to hold your teeth clamped around Hollywood to keep from chewing on stray blondes. I had concealed a murder and suppressed evidence for twenty-four hours, but I was still at large and had a five-hundred dollar cheque coming. The smart thing for to do was to take another drink and forget the whole mess. She called me a filthy name. I didn't mind that. I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much; a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were thay had all my memories. I couldn't stand her in that room any longer. What she called me only reminded me of that. I said carefully: "I'll give you three minutes to get dressed and out of here. If you're not out by then, I'll throw you out - by force. Just the way you are, naked. And I'll throw your clothes after you into the hall. Now - get started. I went out to the kitchenette and drank two cups of black coffee. You can have a hangover from other things than alcohol. I had one from women. Women made me sick. What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me. I was part of the nastiness now... Sizemore is blogging to: nothing

I called in the local shop this morning to restock the coffee and saw this headline in one of the rags: THE EVIL DEAD All my Romero/Rami training kicked in. I had already pushed the ice cream freezer in front of the door and was busy pulling the desk top off to nail across the windows while screaming at the poor shop girl "DO YOU HAVE A CELLAR?" before Jess pointed out that the story was about Uday and Qusay Husseinn and not an attack by the living dead. Damn. Saw The Weakerthans last night and met Esther and Dan. The gig was perhaps a little mellow for my taste but the guys put on a good show. As did semi naked Leo - pulled out of the audience in fake moustache and bright orange underwear to play a solo. Jess lost her voice on the way home from the gig which was just WEIRD. I did my best to comfort her by buying a large pasty. We should have a few more people in the house today. Dave should have met the band that are crashing with us at the airport an hour ago . I'd best go and arrange the rest of the day. Fun fun fun. Shame about the zombies though. Only a matter of time though.

Been a frantic few days. Way behind with my email but what's new? I am hoping for a nice QUIET weekend to catch up on all the stuff that has tumbled to the side. We went to see Zodiac Mindwarp last night. I'd known about the gig for a week or so but hadn't bothered getting tickets. I mean it couldn't be that good, right? Even yesterday we were still umming and ahhing over whether to actually bother. We went in the end because it was better than staying in watching ER and if nothing else it would be fun to hear 'Prime Mover' and 'Backseat Education' one more time. We walked into the Borderline in time for the lead singer of DRAGster to come crashing off the stage and flip around at our feet like a fish out of water. Nice girl. Next up - Vice Squad - very Northern and very fucking good. This was turning into a fun night. And then something weird happened. Instead of a washed up bitter bastard half heartedly running through his back catalogue we were treated to a real life GOD OF ROCK. Awesome set - it just went on and on. The band were fucking fantastic (even though none of them seemed to know thay had a new bass player - named Jack Shit) and the songs were great. I'd forgotten all about 'Planet Girl'... But Mr Mindwarp... all denim and sweat and shades and Garry Glitter t shirt was in his element. Smooching the women folk and cocking his walking stick at a jaunty angle for the rest of us mortals. You just can't go wrong with a song called 'Fuck Power' can you? Tonight we are off to see The Weakerthans at the Garage but they have a hard act to follow. We are meeting up with Mr and Mrs Dan so that in itself will be good fun. Tickets for Bright Eyes, Alkaline Trio and Sleater Kinney are on the way. BIGGEST news is that Johnny is getting his arse over here from Perth and will be living with us. I cannot begin to describe the feelings of joy and terror that this holds for not only me but London in general. This means that the little get together we have planned for late August will be even more of an event. It will be like a meeting of the United Nations of Punk Rock. And I just remembered that we have a band crashing at our place on Saturday night. There goes my weekend. Oh - and I finally scraped some dogshit off my shoe that has been bothering me for a while.

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I think that this may well be not only the best live album ever recorded: ... but perhaps simply the best album ever. I am looking forward to Todd arriving here so that we can revel in the Maiden glory days... Sizemore is blogging to: the bleeding obvious

Just got in from watching Hulk which I enjoyed a lot. Not half as bad as I feared. Few dodgy bits but made up for by scenes where the big green guy wrestles a helicopter to the floor and then punches it's 'nose'. Good stuff. And for once I actually thought the CGI worked. He looked just like a comic book character and the use of split screen was well done too. If you hated it then you suck. So... it's been a little hectic. Jess got tattooed today: I'll post better pics once it's healed. She went to the same guy who did my arm - the music of choice was Whitesnake. The clock stopped around 1985 for Italian headbangers. Nice guy though. I got to have a look at his portfolio properly this time and now I'm torn between letting him finish my arm off or getting something different in Hong Kong. Decisions decisions. Tomahawk and The Melvins was brutal. It was a night of explosions. The first band we saw were great and unleashed evil glitter onto the front row as they sang their goodbyes. I am still covered in the stuff after several showers. Friends keep asking me why I am wearing glitter in my beard... bastards. The Australian girl beside me during the gig had the most inappropriate pit wear I have ever seen. Two songs in and it ceased to function as a dress. She made a valient attempt to keep her breasts in check for another song or two but eventually let them have their own way. My arm has a severe nipple rash. Then there was the kid in front whose backpack ejected it's contents into the crowd. Normally I wouldn't have cared less but this kid was distraught. He lost a bunch of comic books and more importantly his sketch book. Cut to frantic scrambling around on the pit floor looking for Sandman and a blue folder in the sweaty darkness as very heavy people jumped on our heads. He didn't get all his comics back but the sketchbook was found - a little battered but intact. Which is exactly how I felt. So many gigs lately... I am bruised and feeling old. Jess came home with someone else's blood on her shirt. Patton, by the way, was awesome but neglected to urinate on us. We then shared a tube with a very funny guy who ridiculed everyone else around him ("Oh... you're in media are you? How fucking interesting...") and put on a little S&M show for our amusement ("Pull my legs... You muct crush my nuts!"). Fun fun fun. It was a good night after a miserable afternoon. Earlier in the evening I had to help a young girl into the store and phone for an ambulance after some fuckwit punched her in the stomach. She was pregnant. Fucking London. That's all for now. I am tired and grouchy (how could I not love a movie with an oversized hero who likes SMASHING things up?). More tomorrow... Sizemore is blogging to: Mars Attacks

My Japanese research continues. I am reading Tokyo: A Certain Style: "The make-up area sandwiched between the bed and television. There's even room for a fax machine. She only wishes the indoor tv antenna picked up her favourite samurai drama more clearly." I wish my bloody TV picked up samurai dramas... Sizemore is blogging to: nothing

What a difference a day makes. This was the headline and story yesterday regarding a weird kidnapping case in Japan: Koizumi urges vigilance over kids TOKYO � Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi on Friday called for more vigilance in protecting children in response to an incident Thursday in which four young girls were found to have been taken captive by a 29-year-old man in Tokyo's Akasaka district... But today the headline reads: Konoike says 4 captive girls might be perps rather than victims I love reading Japanese news. They use phrases straight out of a Judge Dredd comic. The story is a weird one. You can read all about it here. I love the quote from the Japanese Prime Minsiter concerning the 4 year old killed by a 12 year old two weeks ago: "You could have the parents of the suspect decapitated as a punishment after dragging them around the town," Fucking hell. Ahh well. Back to work. Sizemore is blogging to: Alice Cooper

I spent some time yesterday googling Japanese fashion in an attempt to find a photo of... well... girl's legs. Don't look at me like that. I saw a girl yesterday wearing a creation that I thought only existed in comic books. Micro skirt followed by bare leg followed by flared trousers but ONLY from the knee down. Like leg warmers I suppose but without the naffness and Jane Fonda's Work Out connotations. It's difficult to find a picture of them so maybe someone can help me out? Or better still let me know what the damn things are called. It's difficult doing searchs for Japanese legs while at work. By the way, Johnny - the skirt and leg thingies were DENIM. Moving swiftly on... Tonight we see The Melvins & Tomahawk. Jess is worried that we will get pissed on by Mike Patton. I am worried that we will not. Just booked tickets for Sleater Kinney and Bright Eyes. Got to go sell some books. Here are some of the comments that made me smile yesterday: Do you have any maps of Transylvania? You've moved everything around and I can't find a damn thing. Where is your erotica? Why do you guys call this the ground floor when it's the first floor? Sometimes I think we speak different vocabularies. Awesome Sizemore is blogging to: KISS - Double Platinum

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Added crappy MS counter for now. Been busy and too hot and bothered for blogging. Duncan's whirlwind tour ended last night. He leaves London later today and I guess we won't see him again until Christmas. I will miss his drunken "I'm dying" phonecalls at 1.30am. Vicky - who I used to work with - will be moving in with us for a few days which will rock. Vicky is just a whole lot of fun. The first thing she said when I saw her a couple of days ago was "I just rescued a small boy from a tree." I love Canadians. Gig update: Tomahawk & The Melvins Friday night. Trying to get tickets for Zodiac Mindwarp next Wednesday. Weakerthans next Thursday. Still need to find a decent gig for August for when the Planeteers arrive... Think I forgot to mention that we hooked up with Kira on Saturday morning. Nothing better than strolling around an almost deserted London with a couple of cute girls. Unless it's walking around a completely deserted London with cute girls and a machete... Mike is blogging to: Alice Cooper

Too hot to sleep. Stupid weather. Stupid hot air rising to top of stupid house. Must find rest. Cold damp soil of cellar. I'll swallow your soul. Mike is blogging to: the sound of baking

Your Copy/Paste Code is Incorrect No. You changed the way my counter works and then added shitty advertising. I am looking for new counter software. Fuck Bravenet. Mike is blogging to: No Cure for Cancer

That was FUN: Highlights: 1. Half full can of lager bouncing off Henry's head 2. "They don't pay this guy and this guy and this guy and this guy enough for them to stop me from fucking you up..." 3. "This is a song about feelings..." 4.. Second encore of Ramones songs. Yet another awesome gig. There weren't enough people there though - and this was for a good cause - if you weren't there you SUCK. And then the nightmare train journey home. At one point the driver actually got off the train to move down the track and kick a signal. London rules. Anyway - I need a shower... Mike is blogging to: nothing

IN THIS EPISODE Bad mood. I just reinstaled my email software because it has been very buggy and after a quick reboot found I had a pile of mail that had just been sitting SOMEWHERE unread and unloved. I am working through it now. I thought some of you had been a tad quiet... And now my counter seems to have morphed into a random ad banner. I have chocolate from Addis Ababa which is strange. And all my ants died. Poisoned. I plan to AVENGE them. I am still working my way through the first season of Space: 1999 and it is even better than I remember. I may blow some money on ebay buying some of the crap I had as a kid... Jess sent me a load of great email today from her new place of employment. This is part of it: DIE DATABASE DIE Fun things for tonight: - eating properly, without CARCASSES strewn around us - phoning our collection of antipodians - must call dad too - drawing merry - storyboarding the first couple of pages of the CAT WITH WINGS comic Did I mention that one of the things she gets paid for now is INVENTING ASTRONAUTS? She has now caught my cold and feels like crap. She needs to be CURED quickly because tomorrow we have a double date with Henry Rollins and a bunch of Black Flag songs.

Last night we went to see Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. I know. It was a moment of weakness. I have an idea for Charlie's Angels 3: Arse Fest. Just get all the money from the special effects budget and the money that normally goes to actors for small cameo roles and then just pay the three girls to fuck one another. Maybe add a large CGI explosion right at the end. Or a custard dripping dildo. Either way it is a SURE FIRE HIT. I should so move to Hollywoodland. Mike is blogging to: nothing

I am feeling better. Thanks for asking. I saw Cat and Vicky yesterday which rocked. Did I mention that Duncan is back and staying here for a few days? He is full of stories of genital mutilation. Seems a few of you have already wandered over to Black Napkins. It's a side blog I set up with a few friends. Kind of an experiment in fun. Well worth a look now that Johnny is posting his soap-opera horror stories... Mike is blogging to: nothing

My cold is in its final messy stages. The stuff that has been filling my head and making me want to collapse into a heap instead of going to HEAVY METAL gigs has finally started it's exodus. I could post pics... it wouldn't be nice. If anyone at my place of work is reading this and doubts the legitimacy of my 'day off' then drop me an email and I will provide photographic evidence of my illness. Mucus photographs are a sure fire way to get more people reading this crappy site. In other Mike related news: I broke my glasses - which sucks. Duncan arrived back from Ethiopia yesterday - which rocks. and I am reading lots of GTO which is making me feel better than any hot lemony drink. Back on my feet tomorrow... Mike is blogging to: nothing

For the longest time I didn't get Turbonegro. I liked the music ok and if they want to run around dressed as sailors and sing about denim then that was cool too but I never got it the way that my friend Johnny gets it. After seeing them live I think I finaly get it: Its as if the biker gang from the original Mad Max never went away. It was something that is hard to describe. It was an experience. There was the blood flinging which was fine - it reminded me of being at a GWAR gig. But then a pillow fight broke out in the crowd. Sticky blood and exploding pillows equal an audience instantly tarred and feathered. An audience of giant, sweaty, bloody chickens. The band seemed perplexed at playing The Mean Fiddler. They wanted to know who the Fiddler was and what exactly made him so Mean. I think they felt threatened by him. It was an odd gig. Fun though. More pics are over on clee-ay. AND we ran into UKDave for the first time - another interwebby chum made flesh. All in all it was an exceedinginly good night. Mike is blogging to: The Quick and the Dead

A few months back when we saw Anthrax last we were late getting to the Astoria and the guys were already on stage. This time we were nice and early. The support band were ok. Nice and chunky guitar sound but the lead singer had a touch of the Pantera in him which was a shame. I liked the guitarist who kept pulling scary metal dinosaur faces. Anthrax were bloody awesome. Just kept getting better and better. We were right on the front so we had the chuckling security guys to sing to as they did their best to keep size 12 boots out of our faces. One guard was especially excited by the gig. He went apeshit when they kicked into 'Bring Tha Noize/I'm the Man' because he knew he'd get to grapple with lots of naked sweaty man flesh. During 'Indians' I thought for a moment that Joey was back on stage with them, but no - it was just over enthusiastic fanboy DAVE. Complete with homemade head-dress. It was like watching Dante from Clerks dancing a jig with a head full of paper feathers. Don't you wish you were there? They did an encore that included a blinding cover of Maiden's 'Number of the Beast' and then blew the roof off as always with 'I Am The Law'. Turbonegro will have to anally rape my dead grandmother as part of their stage show to top tonight. But I am OLD and my ears are ringing. If you want me to sell you a book later today then you are going to have to SPEAK UP. Oh - I updated clee-ay Mike is blogging to: riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg

A policeman just came in to ask about the woman who was airlifted from outside the shop a few weeks ago. She died. I want every single one of you to remember and USE your green cross code from now on. Life is way too fucking short. Mike is blogging to: Johnny Cash

A few things of note. I have a crappy head cold that is driving me nuts. Congested and blargh all afternoon. I am snorting olbas oil which will ensure that animals don't piss on me if nothing else. Must remember to wash my hands before I touch anything sensitive. I have curry on the way. Reinforcements from the Indian Ocean to help liberate my sinuses. Must be fit for Anthrax tomorrow. Duncan is on his way back. My pie loving friend, The Ost, not only mentions his love of Basil Brush but also poses the question What DVD re-issues are you looking forward to? What a grand question. And it comes at the perfect time as I am working my way through Space: 1999 and Flash Gordon DVD boxsets. Old TV Stuff I would love to see on DVD: Logan's Run - this short lived TV show is very much at the top of my list. On the Air - much loved, much unwatched, much misunderstood follow up to Twin Peaks from Lynch & Frost The Mysterious Cities of Gold - just so I could buy it for Jess. I personally think Dogtanian beats it paws down. King of the Rocket Men - I already have the helmet and its the ultimate cliff hanger TV show Buck Rogers - Buster Crabbe not Gil Gerrard The Adventure Game - like The Crystal Maze but better. The Japanese Columbo series with the guy from Monkey - who wouldn't want to see that? That's it for now. My head hurts too much for nostalgia pangs and my Indian saviour is due any second. Mike is blogging to: Betty Blue

I forgot about the squirrel we saw in Green Park last week: Cute. Now today was cool because I met up with Mark who works for Sanctuary records which reduced me to a drooling fan boy once again as I walked down the dazzling gold record hung corridors: Cheers for lunch, mate. And then on to my old shop in Clapham Junction. I always said they would NEVER replace me. I mean who else were they going to get of my girth who was so good at intimidating male customers while reducing women and children to screaming wrecks... They only went and got a fucking Dalek It talks too. As I said - it beats a rocking horse... Mike is blogging to: Anthrax

Reason I love my job #48759 I just got a sweet deal on a holiday in HONG KONG at the end of September. I am going to get tattooed and swim in pirated technology and comic books whilst throwing mad Chow Yun Fat poses. Reason I love my job *48760 I get to meet cool people like the good folks at White Star Promotions. If you guys are in London and at a loose end next Thursday then drop me a line and we can go see some LOUD punk bands at The Camden Underworld. Should be fun. Hong Kong! Fucking hell... Only downside is that we will miss The Cramps. Not a big bother really and I've already found someone to take the tickets off me... I wonder how hard it is to find a good music venue in China? Mike is blogging to: Johnny Cash

Jess got home around 1am very drunk and happy. She talked about the merits of deckchairs for mice. ..................... It's been an interesting morning already thanks to photographs of my friends underwear. Less erotic shots have just been aded to clee-ay. Must drink more coffee and then go grab a tube. Mike is blogging to: Cows with Guns

Tonight: I tidied up clee-ay. I ate too much food. I fell in love with my new infra-red keyboard: I watched this man: save the whole fucking universe. Mike is blogging to: The Dead Milkmen

My Scottish friend Boag is at the Anthrax gig in Glasgow this evening and rang me a few times to give me a mobile preview of what I will be hearing on Friday night. Must remember to return the favour. My Nominet certificate arrived this morning so I guess I am going to annoying people here for another two years at least. Jess is out celebrating with the girls so I am am having a boys night in. Takeaway food and gadgets to play with. I bought a new portable keyboard for my Clie this morning so I can use it more while I am out and about. It still needs a lot of stuff reloading onto it since I let it die a few weeks back. Each day I carry a few hundred quids worth of techno-crap around with me and still scribble away in a 59p notebook with a pen that says 'Sheraton Stockholm Hotel & Towers' on the side. I stole a bunch of pens from the maid's trolly the last time I was in Stockholm. It isn't Four-Star unless they allow you to steal. Mike is blogging to: Therapy?

Jess got a 2.1! Whoo hoo! (If you shout that in the same way that Blur do on the song they used for the Starship Troopers trailer you will get my mood) Mike is blogging to: nothing

I've decided to do without the individual post headings. In my very first Blogger template I needed a way to differentiate between multiple entries posted on the same day and for some reason movie quotations seemed a fun way to do it. After a year or so of that I am now bored to tears with them. Sometimes the connections between my content and the headers was so obscure that it would generate long rambling emails from you guys asking me what the fuck I was going on about... That was fun for a while. Anyway the new template can do quite nicely without the occasional quote from Police Academy or George & Mildred: The Movie. Not that I will ever stop gibbering on about Night of the Lepus... Mike is blogging to: mix CDs

If I had my web cam set up you would have seen me screaming abuse at my monitor while brandishing a Captain Kirk mug in a threatening manner. The mug was empty. I NEVER waste coffee. I have bullied Blogger into doing as it is told. Of course now my counter is on the blink. It never rains but it pours as my dear old dead dad used to say. If Blogger fucks me off again I am going to dig him up and post him to San Francisco. If everyone posted corpses to show their displeasure with companies I think the world would be a better place. Think of all the green land we could reclaim too... Jess says I am not allowed to post my latest theory about 28 Days Later and menstruation. Now I have to go and use the new blog template to bring the rest of the site into line. Expect more ranting...

I am looking into Non-Blogger blogging options.