Updates

8th August 2000

Hey people, what's happening?

Only 15 days 'til we get to collect our GCSE Exam results (oh goody), and 17 days 'til Leeds Festival.

Sam's coming back from Aberdeen as I type, and as you can imagine, everyone's VERY happy about that (i.e. Chris is on the verge of suicide).

The crew are spending so much time together lately we're beginning to drive each other crazy.

Pick won't stop moaning about the fact noone's honest with each other anymore.

Chris keeps telling everyone how fucked up his head is, and how screwed the world is, and blah blah blah... He also keeps pulling faces as the very mention of Sam's name... must be love...

Grant is STILL in that weird mood... he won't say anything except "oh well, I'll live"... grrrrrrrr...

So everyone else is pissed off because of that.

If I have to look at another fuckin' game of Goldeneye on the 64 I'll puke all over the fuckin' thing...

Alex is in Elvedon Forest, enjoying himself as usual.

I have spent the last week riding ontop of zebra-striped Land Rovers going 50 mph through a forest with very low trees and very muddy ditches. Needless to say, I'm injured. Also I have sat in Alan's bedroom and watched everyone play on the 64 / sleep / feel like dying.

Mmmmmm fun...

Anyways, gotta go...

Ciao

- J xxx