Die, Die My Darling... I had one of those staggeringly busy days today. Lots to do and email piling up everywhere, even the phone has been trying to cripple me. I spoke to Duncan in the morning and I'm meeting he and Anu at noon. They're crashing here tomorrow night before they set off again for pastures new. I can't even remember the last time I saw Duncan and I think it's even longer since I saw Anu... around the time that Battle Royale came out perhaps... so obviously I won't be online much tomorrow. I finally (just about) finished my course of antibiotics but I still won't be drinking tomorrow which means I'll be designated black cab hailer. Must remember to take the camera. Mot much else to report really - loads of stuff is on hold until next week so for the time being I'm just generally tidying stuff up online and being opinionated over on Londonist. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new... Maybe I should rethink that PhD. Mike is writing to The Misfits