Today, after breakfast, I decided to come to the end of the writing spiel I'd been on yesterday. Sadly, at 7.45pm I was still writing, when the doorbell rang. Oops - I'd agreed to meet Alex at 7.30, not 8 as is usual, but the thought hadn't crossed my mind all day. Naturally, I was pleased to have written so much, but my fear of The Huge Workload Of Dume hath increased.

We went to Fibbers to see some bands. The first two were pretty good and headliners Screaming Banshee Aircrew were brilliant, in spite of lots of technical problems and forgotten lyrics. Then we went to a goth night; I've gone off club nights recently, but it was mostly enjoyable. They played "I Wanna Be Your Dog", which made me happy - it's good to know that cool people like the songs I discovered "on my own" - from the radio and film soundtracks, rather than through friends and DJs.

(Although, you know which DJ introduced me to Arch Enemy? DJ Zed did. Since I had to do a two-hour recent metal set, which my CD collection doesn't really equip me for, the morning before, I was listening to all my free Kerrap and Emo Hammer CDs in the hope of finding something playable. "Ravenous" by Arch Enemy was on one, but it didn't strike me as being anything special. Then, that night, UKC Alex requested it, so I thought, "Well, he normally has good taste, so I'll play it, maybe people will like it." And WOW! What a difference a 2000W PA makes to a song!)

The night ended with A Song Of Extreme Slushiness though. Gah. I came to a goth night to escape all that!

(As for Valentine's wishes? Bryn sent me a text saying, "Roses are red violets are blue some poems rhyme this one don't". I replied with, "A happy Hallowe'en to you too." I also got randomly hugged and danced with, which isn't normal: I suspect this had something to do with wearing a Screaming Banshee Aircrew t-shirt with the words "How wet are you?" on the back.)

Back at my college, I looked into the winding down of the traffic light toga party. I saw a couple of people in green togas, but that was it. I saw lots of my classmates extremely drunk, though, one of whom said, "Look, I'm wearing black! I'm having a Do Everything All Differently weekend!"


Sunday 15 February 2004

Today I walked past a green puddle on my way to the shop. It wasn’t just vaguely green, but thoroughly mint green. Most surreal. It can only be presumed that the hotness of a toga-wearing person’s partner caused them to melted with lust on their way home.