6th August 2000

It's the strangest thing.

I was just walking down the Thames today, well rather yesterday since today is 2 am on the 6th of the 8th in the 2000th year AD, and it was beautifully sunny and cheery, and I was thinking about Anna some and how I was going to brainwave it all to her, and write about brainwaving it to her on this page. And Anna's just sent me an ICQ message, which unfortunately I missed since my computer decided to stifle it's customary uh-oh! I suppose it doesn't like Anna. Strange coincidences? You tell me.

Anyway it really was nice today, and I walked from london bridge down past Big Ben and the houses of parliament, and decided to walk further still so I walked down through some incredibly beautiful parks (which was when I thought I have to brainwave all this to Anna) and yet more parks, before ending up at the Tate gallery. I then walked leisurely back, caught the tube, made sympathetic faces at some stranger in a cap who was being crushed by the crowds in the train with me (she was a tiny, pretty brunette being slowly squashed to death by some huge guy with a briefcase) and got home just in time to miss my usual episode of Ivanhoe, since they'd cancelled it.

I saw : a street artist (they paint the sidewalks here and occasionally get paid by passersby) lose his composure and start shouting that he earned less than a beggar and that there was no point and he may as well go and jump off a bridge now, and then he wandered off leaving all his stuff behind, making me wonder if he'd really gone to jump? I didn't follow him though, he looked rather upset. Just stayed sprawled out reading my book on time travel. It's a silly book written from the perspective of an 1891 scientist who's built a time maching that flings him millenia into the future. Good clean brainless fun.

I'm going home on monday! I can hardly wait :) I'm wondering how Anna is right now; I hope you're okay yah? Email me... and tell me when you'll be in Singapore.

Oh I have to buy authentic English chocolate tomorrow for someone who likes my webpage whom I've never met, although she lives in Singapore. The wonders of the internet... but after all the compliments she paid my page I feel strangely indebted to do her a tiny favour like buying twix back for her.

It's been a strange day for compliments. First that someone who likes my webpage, then someone from IRC commented that she liked my quit message... I've suddenly become likeable! Oh dear. I hope it doesn't last. Maybe a stiff course of broad-spectrum antibiotics will do the trick...