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Tuesday 19th June 2001
I am never drinking again. Ever. It was horrific today. I didn't get in until just before lunchtime and then I was barely functioning. Jon was pretty much the same but honestly I think the flirt with rebellion did him the world of good. I researched mail and phone forwarding for whilst I'm away. For £42 the Post Office will redirect all my mail to France for six months. For £25 BT will provide a "The number you have called has been changed to 0033..." message which could be a bit tarty. It's more likely I'll have it read out my mobile number. Not sure. Nat West don't need a business plan after all because I don't need lending facilities. That's a good thing as far as I'm concerned and it means I can have the account set up within a week or two. The only complication is getting Dad to his local Nat West branch to do the identification things. Not much else. TV and online whoring in the evening. I don't think webcams are good enough though. Oh dear. That's so sad! Still. It serves a purpose! Interesting 'video conference' with someone who knew who I was without me knowing. Blimey! I'm in demand virtually as well! What fun! | |||
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