well the contract finally arrived for the thesis book today just as I was wondering what had happened to it. the postal strike has engendered a certain calm to waiting for the post since there isn't any. no bills, no postcards, no junk, nothing. just pizza delivery and indian takeaway offers and circulars from the local libdems promising to sort out all those vital 'local' problems that you never knew you had. where were our libdem councillors when those yobs appeared eh? ming the magnificent wielding his staff of righteous indignation was nowhere to be seen..

and so i continue with the book writing process - breaking off every now and then to see if the G5 seller is going to reply to my message and let me feel more confident of finding him this evening. i have ze money burning a hole in my pocket and ready to travel the 65 miles to pick up my new (or ebayed rather) toy. a free standing mac for the first time since i got rid of the old iMac.. a screen a quarter as big again as this one and a processer that will cope with Imperial Glory. What am i doing?! im setting myself up to spend hours and hours refighting the napoleonic wars and paying a small fortune to do so. oh well there are other advantages, i can review my photos more easily and i think it will make it easier to write - i get so uncomfortable leaning over the laptop.

the captain is going to see the pistols and wonders if i would like to join him... hmm £42 or more? not sure, already rejected the idea of seeing zep because of the cost and - more importantly - they are old. I am getting old and rotten et al are older than me. do they still 'mean it maaaaan'? Im not sure