Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl.

After weeks at home, Saturday night arkady and I went to the Dev. I had two pints and no cloves and was only climbing the walls very slightly. I think my journal page needs a piece of Javascript akin to those appallingly self-righteous meters telling how the propagator has saved this much money since giving up smoking. Mine will tick off every luvverly fag I have missed the opportunity to savour. One per day Monday to Thursday, three to five each Friday to Sunday. That said, my breathing is good. Sigh.

Of course, my new camera was to hand — see photos. (No colour or brightness corrections, just scaling down.) This is a nice toy. The 3× zoom is particularly fun, as you can get scary detail without actually shoving the camera up the victim's nose, and its eye for colour balance is particularly nice. It's also even better at taking icons than the Casios were. The pretty blonde girlie is Amy, an American and a friend of mr_eleganza's. She is not only very pretty but very sweet, and I hope to meet her lots with my camera in tow.

narnee came to dinner last night, and it was lovely to see her. She appears to be settling into London nicely. Arkady delighted in making a roast dinner.

Today I went for a job interview and a pimp interview. Fear me, I am MAN Man. The exercise didn't do in my lungs either. The wifi card arrived from _nicolai_ and is being gainfully employed in Arkady's laptop, meaning I get my Netcomm card back and the Mac gets its cable back. Tomorrow I (hopefully) finally get to Morden to fetch my stuff from the old contract and go to Chingford to buy a new mattress, as the old one is sufficiently clapped out to be poking redcountess with springs.