Telly's gone! Sob. Big fit rough young man with an eyebrow piercing turned up at 9am (we were still in bed) to take it away. Very strong; he lifted it by himself without making too many grunting noises - unfortunately. He was somewhat scared looking by the copy of Attitude and the Queer as Folk soundtrack lying around, but made a very hasty exit when Jamie wandered out of the bedroom looking, well, gay frankly.

I'd never realised how boring the radio can be when you've got visitors. You can watch telly without concentrating but you have to concentrate on the radio. Oh well. Actually, no - that's not quite right. You can have conversations with people whilst concentrating on the telly, is what I mean. Oh that's bad, isn't it? Oh dear.

More stuff in boxes. I can't believe it's all happening so quickly. Next week I'm in Prague (shagging youths hopefully! Mental note: stock up on Deutschemarks and Levis) for a week then it's back to Hereford (after some more work in Newbury) for a little bit before the big off. Ooh oooh ooh! So exciting.

Datek are wank again. Trying to establish wiring instructions to new NatWest account which is far from easy. oh well. I only billed for about four hours today (I got bored.) I'll be poor! NOOOOOO!

Put ML310s on the Sharp hifi thingie and it sounds a whole load better. I'll be taking those speakers to France I think. They're a little bigger, yes, but the sound is so noticeably better.

Stumbled across an old Mail on Sunday cutting from boo days. Picture of stunned-looking CEB (post pies by the looks) which made me sit and chuckle for a while. I'm so sad. Also stumbled across my old porn stash in a box with "Dodgy gay porn" written on it in big letters. I shall leave the labelling intact to keep my parents out of it. I'm hoping it won't encourage them, after all.

Finally introduced Jamie to the joys of rough bottom sex, with much success. Rah! He'll be useful to have in France now - he can't read maps or change oil or wheels, after all.