That went well.

There goes my one-a-day theme. Maybe it should be the 'one-a-week', or the 'each-time-I-remember-the-damn-thing' challenge?

While everyone's out with Lex (celebrating her birthday), I've resorted to doing nothing at all to maintain my morale (that doesn't even need explaining). You may know by now that I live in Worthing, not far from Brighton. This means gatherings, parties and related 'shizz' tend to be off limits, excluding the occasional meetings.

I don't know if you've ever tried to take a train from London to Brighton (if you can find one) after 11pm, but it's no more fun sharing the single-carriage train with a homeless guy than it is to share it with the result of a 'backfired stag do prank' and/or football match. It may sound cliched but that does (more 'impressively' than 'surprisingly') actually happen every time.

Luckily Coke, crisps, Last.fm and the iPlayer is enough to comfort me, since I only left work a couple'f hours ago.

Doesn't is a word. Dammit, Blogspot.