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You're so vain.
This thing really stretches my tolerance. I wonder if they have an entry. (courtesy
xandraius)
Life is domesticity. Is good.
Down the pub with pndc on Friday. First some Soho wanker pub with off Old Peculier, then one of the zillion Sam Smiths thereabouts, then the Kings' Arms, a bear pub. We felt odd being clean-shaven. Probably the only gay pub you'll find them giving two hoots about the real ale.
arkady has gone to Wales for the week, so Freda can meet her sisters.
My mother Helen is visiting London for a fortnight. She visited Antarctica at Christmas and showed us photos. THOUSANDS OF PENGUINS.
MySpace fills the vast consumer demand for the opportunity to make home pages that look like a smurf on acid threw up. Its core audience is the same people who twenty years ago got a Mac and used nineteen fonts in every document.
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In passing, I note that "Viewing American class divisions through Facebook and MySpace" turned up on today's reading list...
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We had a whinge about it yesterday. Twas all over the news..
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In my defence, yesterday was a day of power outages and internet outages and chavs-coming-through-the-back-door-to-find-a-laptop-and-taking-it, er, out-ages. I think I missed the interesting stuff.
[skulks away]