I am looking forward to my night tonight in a posh executive suite up in town.  I'll go out for a few beers for the evening, but I have no idea where at the minute.  I shall be spending a huge amount of tomorrow in Waterstones and Foyles doing my up town book shopping.  I especially love the massive waterstones near piccadilly.  I imagine I will spend a fair bit of money but it's one of my few treats.

Another big tub of fried rice for dinner, with some terence stamp vegeatable crisps.  The survey people situation has now reached stupid levels.  they see me leave the building and so obviously at least partially recognise me, but every time I return I remember they are outside work so always get the phone out while I'm just out of range then do the last few remaining steps with my pretend soncversation.  I don't doubt they know I work in there and so will leave alone but I feel obliged to do the phone thing every time, just in case they do collar me.  I'm such a spineless tit sometimes.

there was a discarded large foil pie tray on a hedge on the way to waitrose, it had collected a small pool of water in it that was coloured reddy brown.

Twats pushing in to the queue with lottery tickets.  Old man tried to do it yesterday with me so I just turned my back and ignored him as I had reached the checkout, he could fuck off with his pushing in to get 20 lines put on.  Not like he is on his dinner hour, like me.

I am recieving e-mails again and again, there's something wrong with outlook as it is delivering the same e-mails endlessly.  Which is annoying.  No one knows why.

I have my laminated photo of Phat Tom on my desk.  I shall be taking down a load of food and blankets to monkeyworld next weekend.  Apparently the capuchins love to rub themselves in garlic cloves, so I'll have to take some garlic down for tom and his mates.