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Had some folk over on Saturday afternoon for drinks. The plan was to have a few drinks and then head out clubbin’ or some such. But no, at 5am on Sunday we were still there. I think I’m still slightly toasted, but starting to get my head together. A good time was had by all, although the red wine stains on the carpet are going to come back and bite us on the arse when it’s time to get the bond back. House smells of smoke. And why do I always talk shit for hours on end when I’m partying? And why are the neighbours dissing us?

Steve leaves today for S.A for the summer. He will be missed by all.

This dude lives around the corner apparently. I’d never heard of him until his house was pointed out to me. When I then saw him on the box I was a little dissappointed.

So what am I listening too? London radio is generally bollocks, so I have settled on the BBC World Service. It reminds me of good ol’ National Radio back home. A station from home that I do miss is Active, still the best radio station I’ve ever tuned into. To listen to it in London I had to download RealPlayer which fucked up Mozilla. So after a hefty download I had to uninstall RealPlayer. Mozilla is working perfectly again, but alas, no Radio Active.

Just saw an Active album at SmokeCDs which I may purchase along with a few others. Why pay ?14 for a CD when you can get it from NZ and pay about ?8? Whooo hoooo!

alright – here we are, Tuesday night, sitting around at the flat. “Star Wars” Episode I is on the telly. So why is the telly on mute and the stereo cranked right up? Simple. “The Phantom Menace” SUCKS. Oh yes. We all know that. What happened to the most significant cultural reference point of my generation? How did the princess become a toad? The story is crap, I’ve seen better Flash animations, and as for the pony tails….

One thing that really pumps in the real trilogy is how cool the bad guys are. The bad guys here are rubbish. How do you respect a Jedi that canes some very stupid robotic animations? Ok, the stormtroopers were no Einstein or Yoda for brains, but they looked good. It gave them credibility. That counts for something when you’re a five year old. That kind impression stays with you.

The other thing that pumps in the real films is the chemistry between all the characters. The goodies are a fab gang. There is even a chemistry between the baddies. Like when Vader chokes Admiral Motti in the Death Star board room:

“Enough of this. Vadar, release him!”

“As you wish.”

Now that is cool.

Oh great, Jah Jah Binks has just turned up. The TV is about to go OFF. Oh George , why have you forsaken me?

Today I purchased a digital camera. It further marks my descent into complete dependency on my laptop and electronic gadgets. The camera is a lovely Canon PowerShot A40 . It is neat. I nearly bought a Ricoh Caplio RR30 . The Ricoh had higher resolution and some other cool features for the price, but given the deal I got from the nice folk at Jessops after showing them the deal that is available on Amazon.com, I settled for the Canon with its more realistic colour. Actually, the guy at Jessops was NOT a happy chappy. The Amazon deal was so good I saved about ?120 on what I would have had to have paid at Jessops. Party on.

Speaking of Party On, I watched the Waynes World movies at the weekend. Waynes World II gets my award for “One of the best sequences in a motion picture” with the spoof of “The Graduate” near the end of the film. It is soooo well done and the appearance from Charlton Heston is suburb. I was pretty smashed though so that could have something to do with it.

The winter is coming to London. The trees are starting to look as though they are dead. It is cold. It is also raining. And someone has a washing machine on their balcony. If it is old and waiting to be thrown away/recycled that may not seem so strange. Except that this one is plugged in. It is actually half way through a cycle at the moment. I can see the clothes going around in it. I can’t believe that it is sitting out in the rain, plugged in, and actually washing clothes.

We’re sitting in the flat watching a program called “Faking It”. The concept is to get a plebe and then a group of coaches teach them a lifestyle. They have four weeks to pass themselves off to a group of experts. The point of this episode is to get a London pen pusher and turn him into a surfer. In four weeks. They are saying the word ‘fuck’ a lot. This guy – the subject of the program, keeps saying “My groin is on fire”. Party on dude.
21:39 – He can stand up. He has two weeks left.

21:40 – “My ribs are fucked”

21:42 – Shopping for surf clothes, sun beds, and getting a haircut.

21:43 – With the image taken care of he looks the part. He is having trouble sleeping. His ribs again.

21:45 – The surfer dudes are taking the piss because his ribs are sore. They have called him a mummy’s boy. Ouch.

21:46 – The guy is majorly wussing out. He says he is not quitting though. The dudes don’t buy it. They say he has no commitment.

21:48 – He takes the weekend off. He has a week left.

21:50 – He has a good surf. Everyone’s moral is up.

21:51 – They give him a custom made surf board.

21:52 – They play uplifting and happy music. He still rides like shit.

21:58 – The day of the competition.

22:02 – The competitions starts and our man is not going too well. “He is lounging there”. The coaches are pissed.

22:04 – They play mournful opera. This sucks. Normally these people can fake it.

22:04 – Slow-mo balls up. He is crap. The judges announce the winner.

22:05 – The judges all guess that it he has faked it. It is the first time that I have seen someone not pass their challenge.

22:07 – Debriefing. They are all happy that even though he failed, he has made some new friends and is now a keen surfer. Stoked.