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Hi there. Forgot to post. Meh. So, what's happened?

I posted on Saturday.

Sunday, I wrote an e-mail to Teletext, and wrote code for tonbschl.

Monday, I got a phone call from tonbschl saying they didnt want the code any more. I played Vice City, and then made cheese biscuits. Tristan ate the cheese biscuits while drinking a bottle and a half of wine. We were going to watch a film, but he was pretty drunk, so I told him to go to bed...

Tuesday, I played Vice City, completed the main mission story, and went to the pub for a bit with people. Which was fun, and fairly uneventful - we went to a pub, and drank. Nat and Simon turned up halfway through. We went to another pub and drank more, and then went to the Schwartz brothers place, got a burger, and went to eat it on seats just round the corner. But then, an American called Vic came up to us and started talking to us about, um, well, odd things. He asked us questions like 'Are you afraid of women', so I generously informed him that they are all evil bitch harpies from hell, and they use their satanic sponsorship to use and manipulate us for their own purposes. I don't think I came off as being too bitter... Anyway, the conversation continued, with him telling us things like the Queen has a long life because she eats potatoes, and that she should be replaced by Charles. I pointed out that this might be classed as treason. After telling us that we should eat more lobster and that he has founded the Athenian Democrat party, he offered us a swig of vodka, which everyone apart from Peter declined. Then we all went home, and Tristan and I watched Desperado, which was fun. I then played Vice City and went to bed.

Wednesday, I woke up and started writing a diary entry. Sunday's email to Teletext was obviously read, because there's now a story on Teletext about Emmerdale going to 6 days a week, and Jacky's petition to stop it. Fantastic.

Right. Shower time.

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