Happy Samhain!

Today is the Pagan Day of the Dead. We honour ancestors and decased friends and family. It is also considered New Years Eve in the Celtic calendar. A very good time for making changes and discarding unnecessary baggage, such as lovers, bad habits, a bit of weight and so on. The spirit realm is a lot closer to our world tonight and so if our deceased friends chose to come to spend the evening with us, it is a lot easier for them to do so. It is also a good time for divination. A traditional one is to try and peel an apple in one go - making sure the peel is unbroken. Then you should throw the peel over your shoulder asking the spirits to make known to you the nature of your future spouse. The letter most resembled by the apple peel is the first initial of your future wife or husband. Apparantly. However you celebrate tonight, I hope you have fun!

Back in the mundane world, yesterday and today have both been expensive days. Yesterday I went into town again and bought books for my brother's and dad's birthday presents, face wash and soap for me, a basque for £4!, a hodgeheg keyring and a hippy bead necklace. It was good to get some presents out of the way. Today I went to Bramley to post a package as part of a Nervousness exchange. It was going to cost £8 airmail! No way thought I, and sent it on its way surface mail at the greatly reduced cost of £3.50. However it may take up to 3 months to arrive. Hmm. Then I went to the supermarket and bought soya yoghurt, jam and lemon juice. Exciting or what?

My sign language class last night was alright. We have our class in the college creche, for some reason, and I was happy to notice a giant hodgeheg on the wall, the spines made from the painted hands of children. There was a poem too, about how the hodgeheg is going to go find somewhere warm to go sleep for winter. Yey! Nice warm hodgeheg!

Dad's booked some more theatre visits, including one on Saturday. Apparantly on Saturday I also have someone coming to measure up for double glazing. They're coming at 11am, which means getting out of bed 2 hours early. Don't think so, somehow. I can see this is going to cause stress. My dad does it on purpose, I swear.

Have spent most of my time, when I haven't been shopping, in the past few days reworking my site. I'm trying to implement style sheets because I was sick of having to amend and upload over 50 pages every time I wanted to change something. I currently only have my literary section left to do, but its the biggest part. Oh well, I've brought it upon myself.
16:11

I've just discovered that my college has a LGB Group that meet fortnightly. I want to go, I need to meet other people, but I'm very scared. I'm not good with groups of people and especially groups of people that I don't know. The next meeting is tomorrow lunchtime. I don't think I'll have worked the courage up to go. The one after is 13 November. i should go, I know that but I'm scared. *sigh*. I need a friend to take along to hold my hand as it were. I obviously couldn't be holding hands properly because it would reduce my chances of pulling. Or something.

My mum brought me over a blender today. Its been recommended that I have one to make soups, sauces, smoothies and hoummous. It looks like it hasn't been used in 10 or 15 years. We went into town and I spent £15 at a healthfood shop on barely anything, but it'll be a nice barely anything. I went to HMV too to get Ooberman's new album (which, by the way, is absolutely wonderful) and got side tracked in the book section. I wanted to get Glamourama and The Informers but managed to restrain myself and only get Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit and The Powerbook, both by Jeanette Winterson. Good timing seeing as I finished If On A Winter's Night A Traveller last night. We also detoured to Borders to see if I could find Easy Vegan Cooking by Leah Leneman, the vegan cookery book recommended to me, and luckily they had a copy left. My mum was in a generous mood and paid for it, though she did complain loudly afterwards.

Simon isn't coming round to see me tonight as I rang him before I went into town saying I didn't know when I'd be home and he offered to come tomorrow instead. I also have my sign language class tomorrow. A stressful day then, though hopefully not so ecconomically taxing as today.
19:25

There was a spider last night. I am severely arachnophobic. I didn't take well to this news. In fact it was pretty disasterous. This morning we found it dead in the hallway though, which is a bit of a relief. So in a common thread, with the aid of Phobia List, here's a selection of my most potent phobias.

Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.
Anthropophobia - Fear of people or society.
Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders.
Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection.
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.
Catagelophobia - Fear of being ridiculed.
Decidophobia - Fear of making decisions.
Demophobia - Fear of crowds. (Agoraphobia)
Enochlophobia - Fear of crowds.
Enosiophobia or Enissophobia- Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin or of criticism.
Glossophobia- Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak.
Herpetophobia - Fear of reptiles or creepy, crawly things.
Kakorrhaphiophobia - Fear of failure or defeat.
Katagelophobia - Fear of ridicule.
Lockiophobia - Fear of childbirth.
Molysmophobia or Molysomophobia - Fear of dirt or contamination.
Myxophobia - Fear of slime. (Blennophobia)
Obesophobia - Fear of gaining weight. (Pocrescophobia)
Ochlophobia - Fear of crowds or mobs.
Panthophobia - Fear of suffering and disease.
Parturiphobia - Fear of childbirth.
Social Phobia - Fear of being evaluated negatively in social situations.
Sociophobia - Fear of society or people in general.
Tocophobia - Fear of pregnancy or childbirth.

And similarly, here's a list of the wierdest phobias around, also compiled with the help of Phobia List.

Allodoxaphobia - Fear of opinions.
Arachibutyrophobia - Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Asymmetriphobia- Fear of asymmetrical things.
Barophobia - Fear of gravity.
Chromophobia or Chromatophobia - Fear of colors.
Chronophobia - Fear of time.
Dextrophobia - Fear of objects at the right side of the body.
Dikephobia - Fear of justice.
Eosophobia - Fear of dawn or daylight.
Euphobia - Fear of hearing good news.
Hellenologophobia - Fear of Greek terms or complex scientific terminology.
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - Fear of long words.
Leukophobia - Fear of the color white.
Levophobia - Fear of things to the left side of the body.
Logophobia - Fear of words.
Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.
Phobophobia - Fear of phobias.
Phronemophobia - Fear of thinking.
Pogonophobia - Fear of beards.
Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating.
Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.

Looking at all that lot, you have to ask how some people manage to make it out of bed in a morning. Fear of gravity?! And I thought I was bad. Poor people.

The Northern Lights (and thus, also, the Southern Lights, seeing as they are mirror images of each other) are due tonight. Haven't seen them so far. But then my window faces South West so what do you expect?
20:35

I've changed the colour scheme so that this page will fit in with the rest of my site. What do you think to it?
21:50

My dad's been around again today, painting. Today he undercoated most of my woodwork. If you ignore the jumble of furniture in the middle of the room, its looking better already.

Have been looking at online vegan stores. Found one selling strawberry toothpaste. Hurray! If I can't find any in town on Tuesday I'll certainly order some. Seeing as I hate mint and fennel and all.

Have also been looking for ways to improve my site. Haven't found much yet. Nevermind.
17:24

You might have noticed I have a comments system after all. Its a long story which I won't bore you by retelling.

My dad's downstairs finishing painting my living room. Hurray.

Am reading If On A Winter's Night A Traveller. It's wonderful but rather heavy going.

I have a tub of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia in the freezer. The last diary product I hopefully shall buy. I feel very fat as I've been binging on dairy products, I kind of farewell I guess.
13:26

Hats of Meat is certainly not a site for the vegans and vegetarians amongst us, but is interestingly bizzare nonetheless.
13:45

Giant crocodiles? Certainly wouldn't want to meet one of these down a dark alley, alone at night.
19:36

Good news!

The Guardian reports on the change in British drug laws. Cannabis is now a Class C drug! This means codeine is more illegal than draw now, unfortunately for Rory.
20:20

Fusion is another site with fantastic design.
*pouts*
Am all jealous. Why can't I design a good site?
23:58

I've done it again

*sigh*

Every time, every single time.

I have no self control.

See, I decided to go into town, for something to do. And I found Just Books. They had loads of books for £2. £2! So I got

Anais Nin - The Four Chambered Heart
Sylvia Townsend Warner - Lolly Willowes
Andrea Dworkin - Life and Death
Joyce Carol Oates - Man Crazy
W.B Yeats - some poetry.

*sigh*.

Then I went to Waterstones. They had a 3 for £15 on. I got

Toni Morrison - Beloved
Carol Ann Duffy - The World's Wife
Haruki Murakami - The Wind Up Bird Chronicle.

This is in addition to two I bought yesterday at a charity shop in Bramley:

Alice Walker - Possessing The Secret of Joy
Richard Stoneman - Land of Lost Gods.

And I passed a shop with a sale so I got a tie-dye dress for £4.50.

I've spent a fortune.

And I got some crisps from Holland and Barrett and now part of my gum is loose. Or at least movable.

Sign language class tonight. I didn't go last week as I wasn't feeling well. Hope I didn't miss too much.
16:22

With the help of Friends Reunited which, incidentally, has a terrible banner header, I've managed to find the website of my old school. This is the place that tortured me for five long years. Run away! Private education is an extremely evil invention.
22:24

Just wanted to share with you the beautiful layout over at Glitter Pixie.
23:07

Today has been exhausting. I didn't manage to get to sleep until past 4am, and having woken up at 11:30 to meet my dad, I was a little bit tired and more than a little bit ratty. We went to Marks and Spencers where I got very stressed and got lots of nice food, and 2 pairs of stripey tights. Hurray! Later on me and mum went to see nan. She's on sedatives now, very sleepy all the time. Mum says the plan is that when she comes out of hospital, she'll live with her for a week (time off work! This is something my mum never does!) to see if she could cope with being her carer. If she can, she'll give up work. She didn't say what would happen if she couldn't.

So then, I guess I should talk about Friday, seeing as I haven't so far. Well first off we had ice cream. Mmmmmmmmmm. God I could live on ice cream. Unfortunate, seeing as I've been considering turning vegan in the past few days. But yes, ice cream. So we got that and then went in to see The Red Mill. It was fantastic! Completely bizarre. How many times have you seen a theatre full of dinner jacket-ed men singing Smells Like Teen Spirit? Exactly. And a giant elephant that they had sex in. I think they'd been tripping when they wrote the script. And I cried at the end. And Nicole Kidman was gorgeous.
19:13

Well before I tell the world how my evening went, I shall tell it that I'm currently trying to install a new comments service as the last one went arse over tits and the one before that I didn't like. So there you have it. Bet that's the most exciting thing you've heard all day.
15:38

I've given up on the comments idea, it was seriously screwing with the page.
18:50

Got some free tickets to the cinema with tonight's paper so dad and I are going to see Moulin Rouge. He's picking me up in 20 minutes. I've heard no reviews about it, I don't even know what it's about. The exciting thing though is the cinema has a Haagarn Dass cafe. (Damn it, I can never spell that right.)

Currently reading The Master and Margarita which is, to be frank, bloody wonderful. Get your copy now.

Redesigned the front page of Cloudy Road. What d'ya think?

Mum's sending over some cheese and onion quiche. Mmmmmm. Today is a good day.

Have fallen in love with Mull Historical Society. There are far too many cds I need to buy. This isn't fair. Have been listening to Sci-Fi Lullabies all afternoon though. Not many B-sides albums can stand up on their own, but somehow, this one manages it. The splendour of Europe Is Our Playground; the heartbreaking simpleness of The Living Dead...

Well, must dash. Dad here soon. Adios.
19:31

Apparantly my brother's off in Italy for a school trip for goodness knows how long. Yey! I can use the computer when I'm at my parents' now! No obnoxious teenager to negotiate with! Dad said I could stay over if I wanted. Either he's clutching at straws or he still doesn't know me very well. *sigh.* Some people never pay attention and my dad's one of them.

Took the Spark's New IQ Test. I came out at 92. I'm insulted. So much for being a genius. But then how many words can you think of that start with "F" and end with "M"? Hmm? I couldn't get any.

Smile and be happy folks.
13:26

To continue a trend, here's the results of yet another test I took. This one's the Keirsey Temperament Sorter. I come out as a "Idealist Portrait". The site told me that:
All Idealists (NFs) share the following core characteristics:

Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom.
Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic.
Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials.
Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders.

It doesn't say what a NF is though. Over here it means "National Front" and that's definatly not something you want to be.
17:28

Yes, I know I'm writing a lot today, but I'm allowed to. My Blog :-p

Simon came round earlier and he'd lifted a gerbil out and we were playing with her. I had her on my knee and as I leaned over towards my desk, she lept off my knee and started running around! Argh! She's the same colour as the floor and not very large so it was difficult to spot her. Before we managed to recapture her, she'd been all around under my desk having the time of her life. I was horrified because she was down by all the cables and you know how much gerbils love to bite. Luckily when we had her back, no damage had been other than me panicking a bit.

We went to Morrisons and they had Haargen Dass on 2 for 1. Argh again! I got pralines & cream and for the life of me I can't remember the other flavour. It's probably sickly though. To make up for this indulgence, I didn't buy any yoghurt though I doubt that such measures will prevent me from getting fat. Oh well, off to gobble.
18:57

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22:16

A brief update on my life then. Recently I haven't been feeling very well but I seem to have come out of it today which may or may not be due to Simon coming yesterday to talk to me and hug me, which made me feel a bit better. I'm off to the doctors today to restock my drug supply and to see if she can do anything to help me stop binge eating. I didn't go to my sign language class last night. I really wasn't feeling up to standing in front of a room of people who are essentially strangers and have them analyse me. I stayed at home and ate yoghurt instead.

I'm currently reading The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. I thought the beginning was a little weak, too much dialogue perhaps, but once the book starts delving into the past, there's a great improvement. It's funny and educational, touching and makes you long for friendships such as those held by the main characters. The story is based upon an arguement between one of the Ya-Yas and her daughter so no doubt later on, there shall also be reconcilliation, forgiveness and maybe a commentary on family relationships. The books deals with issues such as child abuse, alcoholism and racism but isn't scared to go where other writers would be embarassed. For example, we are told when one (female) character masturbates. It doesn't take us through the process in gruesome detail, just refers to it. A realistic touch that would shock most other authors. All in all, I am enjoying the book and although the ending is probably quite predictable, I am still eager to find out how it completes.
14:17

Just taken the Goth, Trendy or Alternative Test. My results are thus:

Goth 30%
Trendy 15%
Alternative 65%

Conclusion: Angry *and* arrogant! What a combination. You have just enough knowledge of the world to really resent it properly.

Hurray! Good results me thinks. Although, for some reason, the percentages add up to 110%. Hmm.
18:10

Oooooh, Friday was exciting. It started off slowly, with a touch of shopping which expanded to wandering around lower Leeds looking for the venue of the club we were planning on going to that night. The directions said Call Lane, oppositish the Corn Exchange. We wandered all around the Calls and the Corn Exchange, to no avail, but did manage to find Leeds' most infamous gay pub, the New Penny, and its' second, Queens Court.

A stop-off at Borders was damaging. Rory managed to spend £50 on 3 books. So much for trying to save money. I was good though and only bought Diva. It took me ages to get the courage up to pick it off the shelf, especially as other lesbians were next to me reading The Pink Paper and Ms.. They were lovely though, and to stop me from looking at them, Rory moved to pull me away but ended up putting his finger in my eye instead, to the amusement of said lesbians and much complaint from me.

We went up to the CD shops at the top end next and I got the Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi album and In Ribbons by the Pale Saints. Rory got a Jesus and Mary Chain album and a couple of others I don't recall. There wasn't anything catching my eye in Jumbo, they didn't even have tickets for Inkubus Sukkubus. There was nothing special in Waterstones either so all things considering, it was quite a cheap shopping trip for me, if you discount the £20 printer cartridge.

At home I searched Yell to try and find this venue again and suddenly it clicked where it was, its on the same road as the chip shop. So we went but when we got there at 9 o'clock, the time recommended by the website, we found the two bands sitting with their gear in the street. Not a good sign, I'm sure you'll agree. Off we went to the Pictcher and Piano then, for a drink, where I also managed to get lots of postcards for my hallway. We went back to the club at twenty past, and it was still closed. However a member of staff was just going in and she said they didn't open til 10. Damn website. We went for a walk so kill time and found ourselves talent spotting at Queens Court. At least, I was. We returned, again, to the Think Tank, for that is where the club night was supposed to be, and found a long queue of people dressed fairly similarly to us. Aha, a good sign at last. When we were allowed in we found seats near the stage at the edge and stayed there all night. It was a good location cos we got to sit down and we had a good view of the stage and there wasn't many people moving around me.

The first band on was The Lucksmiths, from Austrailia. They were quite pleasant but a bit too... samey. Then we had Airport Girl. They were utterly fantastic. A pig ugly rhythm guitarist, a keyboardist / tambourine player who was dressed 40 years out of date and as for the rest of the band, they had no remarkable features. They played like they were bored, never really speaking to the crowd, but the music was wonderful. Bouncy, jumpy up and down music. Rory and I were converted. Afterwards we both bought their album then came home early, we were back home for 1 am.

The only other noteable event was when we had just arrived in town, we were accosted by someone claiming to be a student from Scarbrough who'd had an interview at Leeds and his scooter (!) had been stolen and needed money to get a train home. Apparantly his cash card was in the scooter. Cos everyone keeps their cash card in their scooter, of course. He did have a Leeds prospectus with him though so Rory felt sorry for him and gave him £20 to get home. The bloke took his phone number and promised to ring us so he could get an address to return the money. I'll let you know if he rings or not.

Back to the present and my shower is leaking. Dad's been trying to fix it for the past two hours. There's been water all over the bathroom and all the towels are soaked trying to mop up the mess. It isn't cold enough to put the heating on but it isn't warm enough for them to dry, which is just wonderful. *sigh*.
13:55

It's been a while since I last wrote but Rory's been here so I do have a valid excuse.

Today we made bread. Two white loaves and a soda bread loaf. Very nice. Got the kitchen and Rory covered in bread and flour mixture. We had jam with it and it was brilliant. Haven't had freshly cooked home made bread since the handfasting, I believe, which is A Very Long Time Ago.

Need to buy a printer cartridge in Leeds tomorrow as our attempt at a refil hasn't worked. You can make out parts of words, sometimes, but that's about it. I'm not too impressed as new cartridges cost about £20 and I'm all poor and on income support. And going to buy cds and books...

Simon had trouble with his tooth so on Monday he went to the dental hospital to have it seen to. The dentist tried to pull it out, but it was very stubborn. When it did finally come out, after both Simon and the dentist had been covered in blood, it needed 4 stiches. Apparantly the other side needs it done too, but he isn't willing to go just yet because that would mean he wouldn't be able to chew at all and would have to live on soup.

To try and give me gerbils more things to do, I've given them a new toy. A website recommended ceramic toys as they can't be bitten and so pieces can't be digested. The only ceramic thing I could find was an oil burner. They love it though. Climb on top of it, stick noses through the holes etc. I gave them back their blue plastic house too, which is popular as well. They're chewing the bars less now, which is good.

Heard from Harriet for the first time since June or so. She's well and has a job and living in halls and still with Paul. So all's well with her. Got a letter from Catherine, who's working for the Inland Revenue and seeing a bloke in Chester. It's all go then.
23:24

This little monster's had her hair cut. Exciting or what? It looks alright. I've never been that fussed about my hair really. As long as I don't look terrible. But then, in my opinion, I always look terrible regardless of what my hair is up to. I would display pictures but I don't think they're very complimentary so I won't.
23:18

Apparantly my nan's illness is getting worse. This is Very Bad news. She has a very low standard of life as it is and spends two thirds of her time in hospital. My dad told me that my mum is talking about giving up work so that she can look after her full time. I never thought my mum would do that, especially after what she's told me recently. She says that dad is very controlling (which he is) and she isn't going to let him control her any more, she's gonna live her life and be her own person, which she hasn't been in 30 years. And because her job gives her independance, her own money, it makes her a separate person from dad, I thought she'd fight to the end to keep it. Either I was wrong or nan is much more ill than I realise. I'm sure though that my parents have the money to pay for a nurse for her. It may not be the ideal solution, especially for someone like my dad who's willing to pay £10 for an unneccessary mouse mat but doesn't like buying necessities. They used to pay my school fees and have spare money so why couldn't they buy a nurse? Dad asked me if I wanted to be nan's carer. Aside from the fact I'm still not healthy enough to work myself, since her illness have worsened, I can't bring myself to touch her. It's horrible but she is slightly repulsive. She can't help it and I try to subdue it but I wouldn't be able to if I was around her all day. Plus I'd be in easy grasp of my parents which is something I'll do almost anything to avoid. I'm not going to go back to them and they refuse to accept it. Something else that confuses me though is whenever my mum would complain about working, I'd ask her why she bothered when she didn't need to. She usually said they needed the money to pay school fees or something on that line. So how are they gonna pay Robert's school fees and send him to university if she isn't working? I don't know. I don't want to get involved in it. And if they want someone to help look after nan they can enrol Robert. He does sod all around the house and sod all school work. Its about time he did something other than play computer games.
18:51

Last night was extremely scary. There was a spider in my bathroom. Horrible big crawly black thing. I was terrified. Rang Rory who didn't answer, as I later found out due to a sleeping pill-induced torpor. Rang my dad who'd been to the pub and couldn't drive across to help me. My only option was to find someone else to help me. After fruitlessly banging on several doors, I managed to find a friendly bloke to help me. He searched the entire bathroom but couldn't find it, which is worse than finding them, because they could be anywhere - in your bed, under the toilet lid, eating your biscuits...

So I went to bed and read The Outsider to try to take my mind off it. Worked quite well too. I also thought about how wonderful cows are and how lucky I am that they aren't extinct. Life without yoghurt, chocolate, ice cream, custard and rice pudding would be too much to bear. And cheese too, come to think of it. Pizza is a wonderful invention. Mmmmm.

19:06

I am currently trying to get the BT site to, well, work would be a nice starting point. For some reason it's being incredibly slow and very very irritating. Why are their links bright blue anyway? I can barely see them. Silly people. All I want to do is update my details.

In other news, there was a squashed hodgeheg on Hough Lane today. A lovely big prickley hodgeheg with his guts displayed for all to see. It was horrible. I had to ring Rory to get him to calm me down. The poor thing. I hate pain and suffering. And spiders.

I must have typed in my user name and password three or four time now. Grrr.

Discovered my printer is out of ink. It hasn't been used in a very long time. Maybe all the ink evaporated.

Went to the supermarket and was very good. No crisps, only one yoghurt and lots of soup. The bread I got to go with the soup is so lovely, I want to eat the entire loaf now. But that would be greedy. And I'm trying to stop binge eating.

Speaking of which I've found a support group for it. They meet fortnightly at Seacroft hospital, friends welcome too. So might investigate that sometime.

I got my birthday present from Jes today. It was the bondage teddy bears she said ages ago she wanted to buy me. They were wrapped in Christmas paper and with no selotape. Her finances as a student must be very poor. I feel bad because I stopped talking to her for such a stupid reason, it wasn't fair on her, especially as she was so unstable at the time and needed all the friends she could get. But if I were to contact her again it would make me closer to him and I need to avoid that still, I couldn't cope. Shall have to discuss it all with Rory later.

Damn BT, evil gits.
18:08

I want to sell some records that I don't want any more. So I went and registered with e-bay but for some reason I couldn't make myself put them up for auction. I don't know if it was because they charge you to list your item and then again when it's sold and that I don't want to give them money (even though it's only 30p initially) or something else. Hmm. But I haven't got much chance of selling them really outside of e-bay. All the people I know are broke currently. Maybe Robert has some rich friends who want to buy Placebo and Manic Street Preachers singles.

In the Sign Language class we had two, yes, two! separate huge spiders. It was awful. They were caught by two fearless women and taken outside. Urgh. Horrible, horrible things. Had chocolate raisins to recover. The pizza / curry shop smelt so lovely, I wanted something, but I can't afford it, either currency wise or calorie wise. *sigh*. I'm hungry now, too.

No class next week though. We're supposed to go the events run by the Deaf Club in aid of Deaf Awareness Week instead. The building is outside the inner ring road, thus difficult to get to on foot, and also the second event, on Thursday, I'll have to drag Rory too as he's supposed to be arriving on Wednesday. And think of the extra bus fare! Too stressful, far too stressful.
23:48

this is my brand new blog! be proud!
15:46

can i just say i really really hate setting up new blogs. this is doing my head in
16:46

dont worry sarah, it'll be over soon. hopefully.
17:02

you know i think i might actually have this page almost sorted now. it's only taken me, um, 3 and a half hours
19:16

Wow, I just found the Yahoo profile of the brother of someone who was in my original Media class, he's Martin Bryant. Found him by searching the members list of uk-indie and it says he lives in Bradford so I thought I'd have a look. Funny where you bump into people. He came to our class once because he was doing Broadcasting at Leeds and Paddy wanted him to give us some hints. We asked him if he ate lots of Pot Noodles. We also found out he used to work at BCB (but then, who didnt?) and thus knows Stef and Catherine (but then, who doesn't?).
23:30