I brought the CD I’ve done for Anna into work today, because I’ve got a Word template for doing CD inlays on my office machine. Someone asked me to put it on, intrigued by the inlay card I had printed. I don’t think they got what they were expecting, somehow. I think they were expecting something weirder. I don’t know if they were expecting weirder because it’s me, or because the CD is called “Ignoring TIME CUBE is evil”.

Anna’s probably wondering what’s on this CD, now.

I had a bit of a windfall at the weekend. This is ace, because just after Christmas there were a few things I was planning to buy, and just couldn’t justify the expense, even in the January sales. And now I can. So, for example, I have finally got around to purchasing the pair of New Rocks I’ve been debating buying for a while. I’m still denying myself the digital camera, scanner and printer, mostly because to get a really good camera and a 64meg flashcard would cost me a bit more than I want to spend, and I don’t really need a printer or scanner.

Yes, I know I didn’t need the boots. Piss off.

Spoof LOTR diaries. Scroll down, and laugh.

I have been at this for two days now, and I still have 2 gig spare on this MP3 player. On the one hand, I love that I can now carry all my favourite albums in one pocket, on the other, I fear I’ll never fill this thing…

So, looks like I do have friends. Ten minutes after the last post, the phone rings – it’s Natalie and Rob, just back in town from Christmas, looking for an excuse to go for a drink before finishing their journey home. So we did. Huzzah!

Back home now, “cooking” dinner (leftover party nibbles) and drinking a rather nice red…

Fucking shitehawk whorebeast ratfuck cumstains. It’s the fucking festive fucking season, and I don’t appear to have any friends. Aside from the basic embarrassment of inviting a load of people around for festive fun, and have all of three people turn up, tonight I get home from work, and think “I know, I’ll phone around and see if anyone fancies seeing LOTR or a pint ot two.” So I go through my phone book, to a litany of “Out of town. Busy. Out of Town. Not answering phone.” and so on.

In the end, I give my brother a call. Not, I hasten to add, as a last choice, but he saw the film the other week, and I didn’t reckon he’d want to see it again. I figure he might at least fancy a few beers, or something,

He’s out. Seeing LOTR. With one of my friends, who’d I’d tried to call and got voicemail. Neither one of them thought to phone me. Fuckers.

So if anyone I know in London is reading this, and fancies a drink, or a trip to see LOTR, give me a ring. Or drop me an email in the next hour or so.

Otherwise, I’m going to eat things that are bad for me, drink a bottle of wine, and watch videos, while having a huff with the world.

Saw The Pogues live last night. Am now in some pain, but by god, it was worth it. Especially since we got to see them do “Fairytale of New York” two days before Christmas, and probably for the last time. A fantastic, fantastic performance. I’m so glad I saw it.

Out at Anna’s birthday party last night. Met the crowd from Barbelith who were lovely. I am a good little hippy, and have downloaded the Peace Mango tune, and fear that I am stuck with it in my head all day. You should download it as well, and do your part for world peace.

Now it begins to feel like Christmas. I’ve got the flat to myself until Boxing Day, so I’m sipping a good malt, relaxing with a CD of European choral music, with candles lit. Much as I love my flatmates, the prospect of having the flat to myself for a few days is nothing short of wonderful…

Today’s Weird Thinking:

2000 was the ghost year, not quite part of one century or the other, a year for doing shit that was disconnected from what was around it. It didn’t count. A good year to try things out, see how they worked, a bad year for laying foundations for anything really big. 2001, a bad year generally. The year the future died. Big stain of psychic disappointment hanging over the whole event. Not a good year for beginnings. A year for looking back one last time.

2002 isn’t here yet, but a quick examination with Gematria (because I’m in that kind of mood) tells us it evaluates to 4, Dalet in the Hebrew alphabet, the doorway. It’s all about the stepping through into something new. I’m taking this as a good sign for my plans for next year. This is the year to start shit…